The high, looming walls on either side of him slowly dissipated to reveal clear air. His breath felt oddly cold as he left the shelter of the mountains; but for some reason, he felt better now. His mind felt less hazy, and the twilit sky was finally visible to him clearly. And plus; he was heading for a forest. Elated, Yakate swiftly ran towards the shelter of the trees, uncomfortable with this open plain. A laugh etched on his mouth, he once more fell butt-first right beside a tree. Even though he had just woken up, he felt exhausted, even at this small journey. He didn't know if it was because of his lack of nourishment, or whether the new, fresh air entering his lungs was dowsing him to sleep; before he knew it, his eyelids fell over his eyes like two heavy boulders, and his body forced itself to a deep rest...