It had been six days since I began staying here in the Kingdom of the Dwarves, and at this point, I felt like I'd been sitting around like a duck waiting for someone to pluck me. Time here worked differently—it kept slipping through my fingers the moment I tried to grasp it. The days came and went so fast that sometimes, I'd blink, and the sun had already dipped behind the mountains again. It honestly messed with my sense of time.
I never imagined that I would actually end up living here, even temporarily. The whole experience felt surreal—like I was being shoved into a world I'd only seen in fantasy books. The stone halls, the metallic smell from the forges, the constant clanging of hammers echoing through the underground corridors… yeah, it was weird. Pretty damn weird. And yet, here I was.
