Soon the group was off, into a dense and unforgiving forest. They seemed to be wandering forever, and at some point the canopy was so thick that even the heir of the sun goddess couldn't tell which direction she was casting her light. The light down here was just an ethereal glow, reflective and warm, and it was easy to get lost in how mystifying it all was and then you found yourself-
back at the beginning. They were at the border again, always with the same fucking border. Killian dropped his head back, his energy drained after hours of walking and frustration boiling just as hot as the day itself. He was tired yes, but not anywhere near ready to give up. And so back in they went, Killian trailing between Sam and Deimos, and stopping when Jigano did. He watched with a puzzled look as the silver fox began to commune, it appeared, with a pair of crows. It was a quiet conversation, if that's what it was, but it seemed to do something.
And now they were following birds, unsure of whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing, Killian took heed of Jigano's words and followed closely.
listen to the sound of the world
don’t watch it turn
