The dawn light crept into Lornwood, casting a soft glow over the remnants of the city. Emily woke to the sounds of quiet murmurs and the scent of fresh bread baking in the makeshift kitchen. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, feeling a sense of purpose awaken within her. Today was the beginning of something new.
After gathering herself, Emily stepped outside her temporary quarters, taking a moment to absorb the scene. The square was already bustling. Survivors mingled with her friends, sharing stories and laughter, the heaviness of the past beginning to lift with each passing moment.
"Good morning!" Thalia called from across the square, her hair tied back in a messy bun, flour dusting her apron. "Breakfast is almost ready! Get everyone fed and we can start discussing plans for the day."
