Day two.
Their journey toward that place—a destination with no name, no form, and no certainty—dragged on under the oppressive weight of dread and desperation.
The faces of the group had changed.
There was no hope left in their expressions—only tight jaws, furrowed brows, and dull, wandering eyes that barely clung to the idea of purpose
. The further they walked, the heavier the silence became.
Not because there was nothing to say, but because there was too much to feel.
They were running out of time.
Three days.
That was the limit they'd been given to find the place that defied maps, logic, and memory.
One of those days was already gone, swallowed into the void with nothing to show for it.
Two remained.
If they failed, if they couldn't find that elusive space in the remaining time…
Then everything would be lost.
The thought alone was crushing.
Hina would be devastated beyond recognition.
