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Stepping through the entrance of the humble hut, Jerouch was greeted by a stark contrast to the colorful and vibrant exterior. The interior exuded a sense of simplicity and tranquility, enveloping the space in a serene atmosphere.
The walls, constructed from rough-hewn logs, revealed the natural beauty of the timber, their rich, earthy tones adding warmth to the space. Soft rays of sunlight filtered through small openings, casting gentle beams of light that danced upon the wooden floor, creating intricate patterns.
The air hung heavy with a palpable stillness. The silence was almost suffocating, wrapping the space in an eerie hush. It was as if sound itself dared not disturb the tranquility that permeated the room.
The atmosphere was tinged with a dampness that clung to the air, casting a mild musty scent.
The lack of movement and the absence of any noise created an unsettling ambiance, as if time itself had slowed down within the confines of the hut.