= Amara =
Stepping fully inside, I finally took in the interior of the structure.
I couldn’t explain where the brightness was coming from. There were no windows, no visible source strong enough to flood the space with such a soft, steady glow—and yet the air was warm with light, wrapping around me like a quiet embrace. The moment I crossed the threshold, something in my chest loosened. My shoulders dropped, tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying slowly draining away.
Relief.
If nothing else, this place was shelter. If I couldn’t find my way out of the forest tonight, at least I wouldn’t be sleeping beneath open skies, exposed and lost. I could stay here until morning, rest, and once the sun rose, retrace my steps and find my way back.
That thought alone steadied me.
As I moved deep
