After enjoying his time while swimming, he got out of it.
Getting dressed again, he decided to roam the surroundings again, wishing to find a good place to live for today.
He thought it's better to stay at this place for tonight, but still double-check if there is danger or not.
Just after walking for a while, he found something.
He pushed aside a curtain of hanging vines and froze. Behind them was a narrow opening half-hidden by moss and roots — a cave.
It wasn't large, maybe just enough for one person to sit or lie down comfortably. The air inside was cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of earth and stone. Jagged rocks jutted from the walls, and a thin stream of water trickled down one side, disappearing into a small crack in the ground.
Dust and leaves covered the floor, but the place felt oddly quiet safe, almost forgotten by time. Light slipped through the vine curtain in thin golden threads, painting soft patterns across the stone.
