Zafron and Calista pressed forward, their footsteps quick against the uneven ground. Calista led the way, her shoulders tense as her mind churned with possibilities. Every few steps, her eyes darted around, searching for any sign that this path remained unchanged, untouched by whatever force was unraveling limbo.
'Please,' she thought, her heart racing. 'Please let it still be there.'
They rounded a sharp bend in the path, and Calista's steps faltered. Before them stretched another field, vast and eerily empty, just like the others. But this wasn't just any field. Her breath caught in her throat as recognition dawned.
"No," she whispered, her voice breaking. "No, no, no..." Her hands trembled as she gestured at the barren expanse. "This is it, Zafron. This is where the herb should be. This is where it's always been!"
