[Riven's POV]
Dawn crept through the twisted windows of their shelter like a reluctant visitor, casting organic shadows across walls that had spent the night reshaping themselves.
Riven woke to the sound of Elena's steady breathing.... no longer the ragged gasps of fever, but the deep rhythm of genuine rest.
Relief flooded through him as he checked her temperature with the back of his hand. Cool skin, normal color returning to her cheeks.
The medical kit seem to had done its work.
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**[System Interface: Morning Status Update]**
**[Host Condition: Stable]**
**[Environmental Warning: Dimensional instability increasing]**
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The numbers confirmed what his eyes were telling him.
The walls around them pulsed with veiny textures that hadn't been there last night, and the ceiling had developed a ribcage-like structure that expanded and contracted rhythmically.
"Elena," he whispered, shaking her shoulder gently.
