Charlotte didn't know how long she had been asleep.
When she once again gave birth to "consciousness," it was gradually awakening from a black chaos.
As her consciousness gradually resurged, her perception of the world emerged as well.
First, it was her hearing; she heard the howling wind, the pouring rain, the roaring thunder, and the rustling, like the wind blowing through leaves.
The sounds around her kept changing, sometimes noisy, sometimes quiet, as if time was continuously flowing.
There was the cycle of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and an unending chorus of insect chirps like the jungle.
No...
That's the jungle.
When her sense of smell began to recover, Charlotte sensed the unique fragrance of the primitive forest, the air filled with the scent of grass and trees, the smell of moss and humus so strong it could almost be tasted.
