It was another morning in this new world. As the sun timidly peeked over the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Ethan stirred from his makeshift bed of leaves and moss. His second morning in this unfamiliar world was about to begin.
The air was crisp and carried the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, a stark contrast to the sterile, artificial environment he had left behind.
Stretching his limbs, Ethan rose slowly, his muscles protesting from the previous day's exertion. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings once more. Towering trees with leaves of vibrant green loomed overhead, their branches swaying gently in the morning breeze.
The forest floor was a patchwork of sunlight and shadow, alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling underbrush. Ethan made his way to a nearby stream, the gurgling water a soothing melody in the quiet dawn.
