In the heart of the woods, I crafted a shelter from clay, branches, and leaves. The walls rose slowly, shaped by my hands and determination. As dusk fell, the structure stood sturdy, blending with the earth. Inside, the air was cool, the scent of damp soil calming. I lit a small fire at the entrance, flames flickering against the clay. Sleep came deeply, wrapped in nature’s embrace, safe within the earthen cocoon I’d built.
