That morning, I woke up like usual no alarm, no dreams, and of course, no sleepiness. As an undead, I didn't need sleep in the biological sense, but it turns out lying on a soft bed all night could still feel incredibly pleasant. Warm, soft, and cozy... maybe even too cozy.
I slowly rose from the bed, stretching even though no muscles were sore. A habit left over from my former life. Then I walked over to the window and gently opened it. The morning breeze greeted my face, carrying the scent of dew and the faint aroma of toasted bread from afar.
The city was already coming alive.
Footsteps, clattering wagons, and faint conversations could be heard from the street below. Vendors were beginning to open their stalls, setting up small tents and arranging their goods with practiced hands. Children ran around laughing. Hunters walked past in full gear, ready to take on their daily quests.
