Siriana

In the distance she heard the birds start to sing, Siriana got up sore and a little dizzy, she washed her face in the stream, ate a fruit, drank some water, and took deep breaths before seeing her leg, the wound was emanating a strange smell, it was redder than the day before and a yellowish material came out. After washing it as best she could, she put on the blindfold, slowly stood up and continued walking towards the temple of Artai, allowing herself to turn once towards the place where her brother had disappeared the night before, dragged by the shadows; a deep sadness invaded her heart.