Early morning, somewhere in the desert.
When the first rays of the sun shone on the darkness of the land, a monster, wrapped tightly in thick clothing, moved into its shelter under a huge rock, and climbed up awkwardly.
But it was not a natural awakening.
In the dark, the 'monster' stretched out its thick limbs and yawned exhaustedly. It yanked off the thick cloth over its face and sucked in a deep breath.
It was actually a teenager wrapped under all layers of cloth. While his head was still dazed, he stretched his hands out on the huge rock.
A cold breeze immediately blew past his palm, causing him to shudder.
'So cold.' Thales, who had wrapped himself tightly, shuddered. He rubbed his hands and touched his side. The fire he laboriously lit the day before, using branches and flintstones, had been extinguished at some unknown point in time.
He shook his head with fear lingering in him.
