There was no need to worry about Little Fish, who was practically cheating. Stelle agreed on that point.
Black Swan noticed Stelle's expression gradually relaxing and smiled. "They've already woken up in their respective rooms. Now you can put your mind at ease and come with me, can't you? Time waits for no one. Let's head to the lobby."
Stelle nodded. She judged that none of the other three who had entered the dream with her had encountered danger.
After stepping outside, Stelle went straight to a door across the corridor. She remembered that March 7th's room was not far from hers. If the Dream Hotel's layout was no different from its real-world counterpart, March 7th should have woken up in this room by now.
Yet when Stelle knocked, no one answered at all.
Black Swan saw what Stelle was thinking and offered a reminder, telling her that March 7th was not inside, and that the room before them was not March 7th's room either.
The Memokeeper explained that the moment they stepped into the Memory Zone, the building's real-world layout had ceased to mean anything.
She added another reminder: March 7th was currently somewhere very far from here.
What Black Swan implied was that the spatial structure within this Primordial Memory Zone was chaotic. Not only would it be difficult to find their companions by following normal logic, but even finding the lobby where they were supposed to gather would take some effort.
The situation inevitably reminded Stelle of an old friend.
The Horrific Maze. Yes, it again. The spatial structure of this Primordial Memory Zone resembled its domain, but since it could not freely rearrange objects and spatial structures, it was not quite as difficult to navigate by comparison.
Stelle could not help laughing. There were professional methods