Two weeks had passed in the forest, and as Lilia moved over the dry branches, she realized something had changed about her. Unlike humans, she didn't get tired like she used to. She didn't feel hungry either. It was as if this form gave her all the sustenance she needed to keep going—after all, she was already dead.
Sometimes, she felt incredibly lonely. No wonder this place was called the Land of Boredom. A sigh escaped her lips as she murmured softly,
"Oh, my love… I wonder what you're doing now… Am I already buried?" She wondered. In fact, if she had the chance, she would say his name once more.
Zethan.
The name forbidden in this land. A name that could not be said.
She had just been saying "love" to call him—and that was enough.
