The golden rays of the morning sun slipped through the thin fabric of the tent, bathing everything in a soft, warm glow. The air was still, the quiet only broken by the occasional chirping of birds outside. Nate's eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked against the brightness. His body felt heavy, as if waking from a long slumber. Sitting up slowly, he stretched, the stiffness in his limbs a reminder of recent battles. A yawn escaped his lips just as the flap of the tent moved aside.
Bella stepped in, her presence illuminating the space more than the sun ever could. She carried a tray of freshly cut fruit, the colors vibrant and glistening as though freshly washed. Her hair cascaded in loose waves, catching the sunlight in a way that made it appear like strands of spun gold. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, the morning's crisp air giving her a natural rosy hue. But it was her smile that truly captivated—soft, warm, and filled with a serenity that made her seem almost otherworldly.
