Orchid (part 7)

Reaching down to pick up the flower from the ground, I hear her voice again. At the foot of one of the statues glow two familiar golden orbs. “Moriah,” I breathe in relief, moving towards her.

My legs feel heavy again. Each step seems to take an hour and Moriah is moving further and further away. When she disappears into the black void, despair overwhelms me. I sink to the ground and cry.

Exhaustion overcomes me.

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