As Corbin and Sylvia walked along the dirt path, they could see it stretching out before them, winding through a dense thicket of trees. The trees whispered secrets in the light of the setting sun. The weariness of the day was evident on their faces, but the tranquillity of the evening offered a much-needed breather.
Corbin was walking and kicking a pebble. The sound of the pebbles crunching under his feet made him more and more worried. They didn't talk for a while until he finally spoke up about what was bothering him.
"Sylvia," he began, his words hesitant as if testing the air for acceptance, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's unsettling. Do you think what I experienced during the meditation has something to do with... you know... my... the demon within me?" He asked in almost a whisper as if he was afraid the trees around might eavesdrop on his secret.
