TWO WEEKS!

The grasses in the thick wood fluttered open revealing Giovanni who was looking so tattered and displeasing to the eyes. His clothes were torn in parts as if he had engaged in a fight with a wild animal.

The down part of his cloak had traces of dark spots all over it. His hair was disheveled and scattered all over his face. His steps were more of limping instead of walking. He keeps yawning in each step he takes as a wave of tiredness courses through him almost pushing him down.

It's a day now without food and water and he is still searching for the cave of the broken spirits without even knowing if he was on the right path.

Under the scorching sun, he wandered all through yesterday without even stopping to rest for even a second hoping that he would've been back before the end of the day. Even at night, he wandered still hoping that he would see the cave soon until the early morning sun rose to reveal that it was a new day. 'How can I be sent on this kind of journ