ZORA

Cheerful birds chirped far above me, several distances away. A pack of hyenas released series of loud, high-pitched whoops into the serene atmosphere, announcing their excitement over a kill.

The ground drummed softly with the hooves of a herd of warthog heading towards a direction. Somewhere closeby, the whooshing of the downpour of a waterfall made it into my ears, and although my eyes weren't open, I could see them clearly. That's how I knew I was laying on a bed of daisies.

But ...