REBORN INTACT
My eyes drift toward the bowls again, they all contain the same thing, a transparent liquid so clear that I can see my reflection in it.
“The bag over there is filled with the portions needed for your journey as the path to the Parlance will take at least a day. Do not speak to or acknowledge any being you encounter along the way.”
“Okay,” I say quietly.
“When you finish the meals, carry the bag and only then will the doors open for you.”
And just like that, she vanishes, I stare at the spot where she stood.
“What was that?” I mumble to myself.
The silence offers no answer, I guess I can't waste time now so my gaze returns to the bowls.
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