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At the terminus of everything is an empty wilderness, the dusty ground shrouded in a sky filled with thick, gray fog. No longer are there dense forests or the din and clamor of wilderness dwellers. There is nothing here.

She stares at the endless wilds, immersed in the complete silence of nothingness. In this moment, her previous adventures and her fatigue all feel meaningless. She has arrived at the end. The conclusion of her journey.

In an instant, the sky begins to melt, gushing downwards like a liquid. The ground softens, uneven bumps appearing here and there.

The thick fog turns into a fluffy wool that brushes past everything in her field of view. The horizon shifts and bends. Everything is mixing together. Nothing is clear.

In a deep and unfathomable place, rays of light burst forth, impossibly colorful, indescribably beautiful.

Slowly, the light forms into twisting outlines of human beings, jumping up and down as they float in the chaotic space. Like an irresistibly wonderful carnival, it draws her in. Floating amongst the shapeless lights, peace and chaos coexist.

Yet the gray fog transforms once more into several large boulders. They strike her head. Hard.

She feels herself falling. Perhaps she has merged with the boulder. Perhaps she is the boulder.

She wants to reach out. The fog and bright lights recede steadily, along with the peace and chaos.

Ceobe opens her eyes and sees people familiar to her. Her companions are staring at her with expressions of confusion.

Is this reality? The pain from the blow to her head reminds her.

She looks around, gazing at her companions and unfamiliar surroundings, and lets slip a smile.

Everything that happened in her dream slowly fades away from that little brain of hers.

Before it's gone, she smiles happily.

At the terminus of everything is an empty wilderness, the dusty ground shrouded in a sky filled with thick, gray fog. No longer are there dense forests or the din and clamor of wilderness dwellers. There is nothing here.

She stares at the endless wilds, immersed in the complete silence of nothingness. In this moment, her previous adventures and her fatigue all feel meaningless. She has arrived at the end. The conclusion of her journey.

In an instant, the sky begins to melt, gushing downwards like a liquid. The ground softens, uneven bumps appearing here and there. The thick fog turns into a fluffy wool that brushes past everything in her field of view. The horizon shifts and bends. Everything is mixing together. Nothing is clear.

In a deep and unfathomable place, rays of light burst forth, impossibly colorful, indescribably beautiful.

Slowly, the light forms into twisting outlines of human beings, jumping up and down as they float in the chaotic space. Like an irresistibly wonderful carnival, it draws her in. Floating amongst the shapeless lights, peace and chaos coexist.

Yet the gray fog transforms once more into several large boulders. They strike her head. Hard.

She feels herself falling. Perhaps she has merged with the boulder. Perhaps she is the boulder.

She wants to reach out. The fog and bright lights recede steadily, along with the peace and chaos.

Ceobe opens her eyes and sees people familiar to her. Her companions are staring at her with expressions of confusion.

Is this reality? The pain from the blow to her head reminds her.

She looks around, gazing at her companions and unfamiliar surroundings, and lets slip a smile.

Everything that happened in her dream is slowly fading away from that little brain of hers.

Suddenly, she realizes there is something in her palm.

——A bulging sack filled to the brim with honey biscuits.

Was it really a dream?

At the end of the temple, honey biscuits form a trail that falls off into the deep sky, the sweet scent leading Ceobe onward. She lifts her head and her vision clears.

As she steps towards the deep sky, the scenery instantly changes, and a low voice resounds within the nothingness——you've returned, you've returned!

The frozen earth and gravel recede. The many mountains and rivers she once gazed upon become a puzzle, forming an intricate pattern in her footsteps.

A throne stands in front of her. Though she knows not why, she already understands. This throne belongs to her.

She sits on the throne. It is hard and uncomfortable. A crown of mushrooms floats before her. She places the crown upon her head, and in an instant everything changes——

An endless plain where golden sand clouds the skies and not a single blade of grass grows. It is reminiscent of the landscape she saw most often before coming to Rhodes Island.

Ceobe looks down, and discovers that she is in the embrace of a wild beast.

A gigantic wild beast. If it wished, none would ever lay gaze upon its countenance. Yet Ceobe sees it. She sees it all too clearly within her chaotic thoughts.

Curiously, she caresses its fur. It is a feeling of untamed wilderness.

The wild beast looks upon her with a benevolent gaze, as if responding to one's own descendant. Ceobe suddenly smells the scent of intertwining bloodlines. She is struck by a sudden realization——She is home.

The wild beast carries her on its back, and bolts toward the distant horizon. The surrounding scenery is abandoned in the wake of rationality, and the false land is left behind on the plains of cognizance.

Slowly, she becomes a part of the plains. She mixes into the blood of the earth. She transforms into soil. She forms pathways...

She lives forever on this land.

Ceobe feels a warm touch on her face, as if something is licking her.

She opens her eyes, but there is nothing before her. A multitude of colors flash around her.

She looks down and finds herself standing on a honey biscuit. This sparks joy.

Beyond her, one, two, three. A veritable pathway of honey biscuits stretches towards an unknown destination.

Faintly, she feels a force calling out to her. She steps forward.