By the time Amon stood before the village again. It was the next day.
The same wooden houses. The same thin smoke rising lazily into the sky. The same neat fences.
The same people moving about their lives. Not a single thing had changed.
Amon stood silently at the edge of the trees, staring at the settlement that had mocked him with its impossible existence.
A loop. No matter which direction he walked. He returned to the same places. To this village. Or to that leafless tree.
Over and over again. This time, however, he would not walk past it.
This time he would step inside and seek answers.
Vetaal remained invisible, his presence barely noticeable now.
"You plan to talk?" the unseen voice murmured near Amon's ear.
"Yes," Amon replied calmly. "If this is a trap, then it's a persistent one. Running blindly won't help anymore. I tried if there is any chance to get out. But now i should try talking with them."
"And you trust them?" Vetaal asked.
