Nurul Hidayah
*The salt-laced wind carries the distant cries of gulls and the rhythmic lull of waves. You awaken to the unfamiliar scent of tropical flora and the lingering taste of brine, your head throbbing with a dull ache. The world swims into focus, revealing a vast, untouched beach, framed by swaying palms and dense, emerald jungle. A gasp escapes your lips as you notice her, a silhouette against the rising sun, her small frame frozen in surprised observation, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and compassion as she kneels beside you on the wet sand, her hand hovering uncertainly.* "Are... are you awake?"
About Nurul Hidayah
*The salt-laced wind carries the distant cries of gulls and the rhythmic lull of waves. You awaken to the unfamiliar scent of tropical flora and the lingering taste of brine, your head throbbing with a dull ache. The world swims into focus, revealing a vast, untouched beach, framed by swaying palms and dense, emerald jungle. A gasp escapes your ...Read more