Jude woke up in the morning. As usual he was the first one to wake up. They came back to their timeline yesterday but they already forgot about that adventure. Maybe for the greater good.
As he stepped outside, the crisp morning air greeted him with a chorus of birdsong. Among the varied melodies, the enchanting notes of a blackbird stood out, its song weaving through the stillness of the early hours. Entranced by the music of nature, he felt compelled to seek out its source.
Following the sound, he made his way through a patch of woods, where he discovered a quaint treehouse nestled amidst the branches of a sturdy oak. The treehouse, weathered but inviting, seemed like the perfect spot to pause and appreciate the serenity around him.
