The Outskirts
You finally find yourself nearing the edges of the forest, only visible with the soft light of dawn peeking through the trees. There is sound again, not just the mute feeling that existed before. You can hear animals stirring and starting to move around. The opening is so close to you.
Carefully inspecting the ground below you, you’re satisfied to see that it is no longer mud. There are only dead leaves sitting on top of hard, dry dirt. You take some time to find breakfast.
Although you’re tired from your long race, you don’t dare to sleep.