C1863 No Path to Return(1679)

Deep in the bamboo grove, where the trees stood dense and the insects sang, there was a coolness that wasn't from the breeze. Shadows danced as dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, a faint mist rising, while a small creature's cheeks bulged with a stash of purple and red berries. A person in white lay on the ground, a bamboo hat covering their face