The three soulmates return to Jinn's oak tree field entangled within each other's limbs in the grass.
No one knows what to say and that is alright; sometimes silence tells more than words.
A breeze passes by and Rosalind inhales the fresh air it brings.
"You can let go," she smiles at Jinn. "I'm fine."
Jinn immediately complies.
Jabbing Feng Mian's arms away and jetting out from between her legs, Rosalind begins, "We need to find a way out of here."
"There's no way out," Jinn says as Feng Mian joins their side. "Even if you keep walking, the field stretches on and the trees remain just as far away. Even the sun doesn't set here. At first it was so cool but now it's kinda boring; an orange blob in the sky," he pinches his fingers in front of his eyes to frame the forever setting sun with his flesh.
