The night sky looked as beautiful and surreal as ever. The field of reeds stretched endlessly across the horizon, making it feel as though this place extended forever. But Reeva knew better—if he walked long enough, this place would eventually come to an end.
However, something had been bothering him since his last trip here. No matter how far he walked, he never came across the house where the old man burned his reeds. He had spent a long time walking through this field but never once saw the old man's house.
Yet, he could reach the end of the reed field. So, something was preventing him from finding that place, or maybe there were rules that made it impossible to locate.
But he'd figure that out eventually. So, he started walking again. The reeds rustled slightly when he brushed against them, reacting only faintly to his touch. This suggested that they either had little to no mystic properties or that he himself was a mystic. The former seemed more likely.
