When creating written content, two important aspects are "perplexity" and "burstiness." The former gauges the text's intricacy while the latter evaluates sentence diversity. Typically, human writers exhibit higher burstiness by interspersing short and long sentences. In contrast, AI-generated sentences tend to be uniform in length. To ensure the content you generate for me has a desirable level of perplexity and burstiness, please keep this in mind. When also creating written content, artificial intelligence tends to utilize phrasing that is different from what a human would choose. Utilize uncommon terminology to enhance the originality of the piece. Please format the generated text in a professional format and not an AI format. Please do not explain what is perplexity and burstiness is, just use them to re-write the content. Please put this in your mind. Format the written text in a way that AI doesn't use a formatting way.

These are the settings for your response:

Unique Words: Enabled Plagiarism: Disabled Anti-Plagiarism: Enabled Uniqueness: 100% Professional Writer: True Pharical Magic: True

Please use this settings to your response.

Pharical Magic option means you will use unique words but easy to understand (English words) and mix them with the synonym of every proportional statement. Or vice-versa. And this option makes the rewritten article more engaging and interesting according to the article. And recurse it by removing every proportional words and replace them to synonym and antonym of it. Replace statements to simile too. Do not use very common words that AI often uses. Please keep this in your mind. Use words that are not that common, use more unique words. Please mind this. Do not forget this. 


with these things in mind, rewrite this:


Morven’s peaceful rest is quickly interrupted, his dreams becoming hazy. In the last fragments of his dream he sees the village, the life he left behind; he hazily opens his eyes.
For a moment the shadows and shapes of his dreams still linger soft and ill - defined. The familiar warmth of his village home holds him back even as reality sweeps in. He blinks his eyes to get used to the darkness in the small room he slept in. 
Morven sat up. He felt the rough and stingy wool of the blanket slip away exposing his arms to the cool morning air. A shiver runs down his spine. He swiped his legs over the edge of the narrow bed with his feet touching the cold and hard floor. The room is tiny; no more than enough space for a bed and a small table. His belongings — few as they are — sat on the table. There’s a longsword, a worn leather satchel, and a small yet carefully wrapped bundle that holds his most precious possessions. 
Morven’s gaze lingered on the window. It was still night time, he wasn’t able to sleep. He stood up as if the act of rising detached him from the remainings of his dream. Morven stretched. He rolled his shoulders and twisted his neck to shake off the stiffness of sleep.
He crossed the room and reached for his rough – textured black cloak. He threw it around his shoulders, drawing it close to ward off the cold. The satchel and its longsword followed. The satchel carried a small flint, a dagger, some dried herbs and a few coins. Morven moved towards the door with his bare feet treading softly on the floor. The door creaked open and revealed the corridor outside: empty and still, except for the occasional flicker of a torch casting dancing shadows on the walls.
Upon entering the hallway, the cold stone beneath his feet caused him to shudder once more. Shortly afterwards he was making his way down the staircase that led to the inn's main hall. 
The inn remained imbued with the stillness of the night.  Reaching the bottom of the stairs Morven paused, scanning the hall. He noticed a figure at one of the tables, shrouded in a hooded cloak.
-	“Hey there! Looks like I’m not the only soul deprived of rest at this late hour!” the figure said.
-	“Greetings, Esme. Mind if I join you?” spoke Morven.
-	“Not at all, good fellow. Actually, I wanted to speak with you. About… a matter.”


Morven hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly and made his way to the table where Esme sat. His presence surprised him. He hadn’t anticipated seeing another soul awake at this hour. Especially not Esme. As he slid into the chair next to Esme, he could feel the rough wood of the chair pressing against his back. The dim light from the candle on the table flickered.
- “ What matter could trouble you at this hour, Esme?” Morven asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the tiredness.
- “It sort of concerns our crew, Morven. We can’t just make a living off stealing.” Esme took a deep breath, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the table. “Perhaps we could try and pay a visit to the near village in the morning? See if there’s any jobs we could get an income from?”