"It seems Kali Yella's memories are beginning to come to an end..."
Lanchi and Talia both regained control of their bodies, but by then they no longer belonged to this space. They could only watch as this fragment-like memory world crumbled apart.
The next instant, the currents of space-time surged again. Lanchi and Talia were swept along by dizziness and weightlessness, their consciousness traveling through a long, endless road as everything before their eyes blurred and sped up.
Only when the faint, rhythmic sound of "clank, clank" reached their ears again did their consciousness begin to return. Light slipped through the gaps between their eyelids and swiftly pulled them up from the depths of sleep.
"..."
Lanchi's fingertips trembled faintly. He slowly sat upright and took a deep breath, fresh, biting air rushing into his lungs.
He had only just woken up, and his vision was still slightly hazy, unable to adjust to the bright light.
The luxurious private compartment was spacious and secluded. Warm beige and brown tones filled his field of vision, while the train moved with its usual steady rhythm. There was little noise, and the soundproofing between the carriage and corridor was excellent.
He narrowed his eyes and turned toward the glass window beside the table. The mountains and wilderness outside Bulida were shrouded in a thin veil of mist. The morning sun had already begun to rise on the distant horizon, making the delicate frost flowers on the window shimmer with a crystalline luster beneath the golden natural light.
The last traces of sleep in his mind were completely dispelled by the chill.
He rubbed his shoulder and stretched his muscles, becoming much more alert.
"Judging by the scenery, we probably haven't been asleep for very long. We're still in the mountainous area outside Bulida."