It has been a long while since Azuma stepped outside.
Shiro had gone to do something she didn't specify, and he decided to finally wash off the flitch clinging to his clothes and skin.
However,
He was lost.
The gardens, the ponds, and the path of moss covered cobblestones, were stretched far and wide into an almost mirror like appearance.
They had no end.
And he was not sure which one was safe anymore.
Every pond had the same misty white water. Shiro assured him it's safe to drink, and the white is simply because of some coral reefs that keep the water clean.
It didn't matter why the coral reefs were in some freshwater pond because the urchins weren't supposed to be there either.
After walking for who knows how long, Azuma finally noticed a shift in the air. It has turned more foggy than before.
He glanced back.
The hut didn't seem too far.
"Strange…" Azuma muttered.
