The second day, I rose with the sun and got back to work. The frame was set, so now I focused on weaving bamboo walls. It was tedious but satisfying, like crafting a nest from the jungle itself. I used vines for binding, learning as I went. By midday, sweat soaked my shirt, but progress kept me motivated. I added a raised floor to stay dry during rains. Each step taught me patience and respect for nature. The jungle hummed around me, watching my creation take shape—my shelter, my pride.
