Your writing has a strong atmospheric quality, immersing the reader in the scene and creating a vivid sense of place and character. The descriptions are detailed and help to set the tone and mood effectively. However, there are a few areas where the pacing could be tightened, and where the internal logic could be a bit clearer to enhance the overall flow. Below is your text with punctuation and grammar corrections, followed by some general feedback.
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Kairi stirred as a familiar ache surged through his body, serving as a harsh reminder of his moments within the Sworning Caverns. His green eyes fluttered open, squinting against the soft, golden light filtering through a small window above his head. The ceiling was quite low, with wooden beams crossing overhead, and the air smelled faintly of hay, feces, and food.
He groaned slightly, shifting his body as an overwhelming pain stabbed his ribs. He realized he was atop a small but comfortable bed; his palm brushed against the tough but comfortable sheets, a stark difference from the hardworn ground and sand of the Caverns.
Memories of the events that had taken place flooded through his mind. Why am I here? Where is this place? He finally raised his voice, his throat dry and raspy. "Huweyn, are you there?" Though he called, there was no response.
He slowly extended his feet off the bed onto the dusty wooden flooring. The room was small, quite small. Inside it was a small wooden table with a few plates shattered across it, a remnant of spices lingering around.
In the corner of the room lay a slightly opened door frame, with a single lantern hanging on the doorknob, revealing what seemed to be a stable of animals. A nasty stench followed, carried by the swift winds. A faint sound of camels grunting reached his ear.
As he raised himself off the bed, his body ached once more, a stabbing pain striking his flesh. He steadied himself on the bedpost and took a deep breath, wincing at the tightness in his side.
He had no idea why he was here or where Huweyn was, but the bandages wrapped around him told him that he had been tenderly cared for.
With his feet wobbling, still weak from the ordeal, his back arched—he steadily moved one step after the next towards the wooden door.
He slowly stepped through the door frame, out of curiosity, revealing a wooden stable and dried, earthy animals that stared deep into his squinted eyes with a faint trace of curiosity in their dilated pupils.
The sunlight here was even brighter, rays of light streaming in from the open skies above. The stable was modest, with a few camels lazily chewing on hay, staring at him.
A trough of water sat on the ground near the entrance, and beside it, a weathered old man sitting atop a low stool, sharpening a blade with slow, deliberate strokes.
As Kairi approached, the old man looked up, his face creased with age, and his sharp eyes seemed like a bottomless pit, as if he were lifeless. His clothes were simple—common for desert-folk.
He spoke up, his soft, raspy voice resounding with a tone of emptiness to Kairi's ear. "So you're up. I didn't know when you'd come to."
Then, like a lifeless machine, he turned his head and continued sharpening the blade in silence, his barely blinking eyes staring into nothing—not even the blade.
Watching the old man, Kairi noticed the rugged and tough texture of his palm, and from that, he could tell that the old man was quite a hard worker.
Then unexpectedly, the old man spoke once more, still sharpening the blade meticulously. "What's your name, boy?"
"Kairi," Kairi muttered. He then looked about. "How'd I get here?"
"He brought you here."
Kairi's face then lit up. "You mean Huweyn?"
"There is your answer." The old man then got off the stool and went inside. After a brief moment, he came back. "Sit down… He said to eat this."
As Kairi lowered himself onto the low stool, the old man handed him a cup of medicinal tea and herb-infused flatbread. Even though food lay in front of him, Kairi found himself to curious to even eat.
"What's your name?" Kairi asked.
"Ibnir," the old man muttered.
He's so gloomy, Kairi thought. He then looked about. Beyond the small wooden home and stable, there was nothing more—no town or person. So old… yet alone. Kairi sympathized.
As Kairi eyed the tea, he hesitated. It was a golden-brown color, with flecks of green from the herbs steeped within. He brought it to his cracked lips, the warmth of the cup seeping into his cold fingertips, and took a sip.
The taste hit immediately—earthy and bitter, it tasted nearly grass-like. The taste wasn't entirely unfavorable, but it was not what he expected. His face scrunched up in distaste, but he swallowed it all anyway, feeling the warmth spread down his throat and within his chest.
The old man then dragged a small wooden chair and placed it beside Kairi. Locking eyes with him, subtly plagued by curiosity, he asked, "Your hair… Did that happen because of Soul Lapsing?"
"It sure did," Kairi responded. He then faced the old man, surprised by his knowledge. "How'd you know?"
The old man then averted his gaze, staring at the ground with a faint trace of nostalgia and sadness in his eyes. He muttered, "You could say that I was like a Transcender back then."
Kairi's eyes then lit up with awe, his lips stretching into a pleasant smile. "Really? Can you tell me more?"
The old man abruptly got off the chair, with both palms covering his face, and walked away. He then looked back, with sadness in his eyes, and muttered, "The less you know about me, the better."
Kairi could feel neither anger nor spite in the old man's words. Though the man appeared cold and distant the entire time, to Kairi, it felt as though he was distancing himself and acting in such a way to protect him—from himself.
He's not comfortable with his past, is he? Kairi sighed. In the meanwhile, finding himself alone, he observed his surroundings, looking up at the blinding blue skies, watching the feathered-folk as they soared through the air.
He then looked down to the stretching horizon. As he did, his vision wavered as the heat played tricks with him. It was then that he spotted something. He squinted his eyes. It couldn't be.
He spotted a faint, dark figure moving across the golden expanse. He continued looking, his vision blurred by the heat. The figure drew closer than before. Slowly, it grew bigger.
At first, he thought it was an illusion, a trick of the light, or a distant shadow cast by a strange rock, but as the faint figure drew closer, the less likely his presumptions seemed.
Slowly, after a few moments, the light radiated by Eos finally hit the faint shadow across the horizon as it drew closer. With light now being cast onto the figure, he could now, though barely, discern what it was.
He squinted his eyes, watching with disbelief. "Huweyn?"