Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting warm golden patches across the quiet ward. The room was spacious and immaculate, with pale wooden furnishings, neatly arranged medical instruments, and shelves lined with porcelain jars containing medicinal pills and herbs. A faint fragrance of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the stronger scent of medicinal herbs and freshly prepared remedies.
On the bed lay a graceful figure dressed in a loose white robe resembling the garments worn by patients in a medical ward. The pristine sheets were neatly tucked around "her", while the sunlight gently illuminated "her" delicate features.
The scent of medicinal herbs and pills reached "her" nose, slowly stirring her senses.
"Where am I?" the graceful figure muttered.
She remembered being brutally beaten by that female Ashura.
She sat up in bed and looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was.
Then she frowned.
