Beneath the young forest's canopy, a scene of feebleness unfolded. Cradled by the tender embrace of tree roots, a woman lay prostrate upon the earth. Lines of exhaustion etched her visage, suppressing her indomitable spirit now ensnared by weariness. The night's chill penetrated deep into her bones, a stark reminder of her vulnerability in this moment of profound debilitation. She had never known such helplessness: her vitality drained, her will broken.

In the surrounding silence, a whisper, barely audible, cut through her desolation. "Don’t worry, my ahuvati… I’m here," a voice heavy yet strong, surged through the emptiness. It was a whisper that roused her from despair's edge, igniting a flicker of hope amid the growing gloom. With monumental effort, she forced her eyelids apart,...

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