Chapter 102 Give Them A Chance

• As I stirred from my restless sleep, the weight of exhaustion pulling at my limbs, I found myself once again in the cold embrace of the unforgiving floor. The dim light filtering through the curtains heralded the arrival of another relentless morning, while the incessant chirping of birds outside pierced through the thin veil of silence, mercilessly disrupting the tranquility I so desperately sought.
• With a weary sigh, I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling the sharp ache of bones pressed against the hard surface beneath me. My gaze drifted upwards, meeting the unyielding stare of the feathered creatures perched outside my window. In that moment, a fleeting thought crossed my mind – did I possess the power to command these creatures, to silence them with a mere glance, like a masterful magician halting a wayward spell?
• But reality proved far less accommodating than my whimsical fantasies. Despite my silent entreaties and whispered commands, the birds continued their symphony of chirps, their melodies weaving through the air with infuriating persistence. Frustration gnawed at the edges of my patience, threatening to unravel the fragile threads of composure that held me together.