Our meeting with the woman dubbing herself Xiala was like a beacon sent by the heavens. We followed behind, venturing far away from the rocky cliff and traveling deeper inside her creation. Our group passed through grasslands and windy hills running amok with tiny creatures before arriving at a lone cabin sitting in a wide field of various colored flowers.
Upon arrival, the flowers parted like the sea, revealing a path for us to tread on. Stepping inside the house, its inner works appeared significantly larger than what it seemed to look like outside, with three areas splitting off into different directions. Immediately on the left were the kitchen and dining room, while the middle and right paths held many doors on either side of their long unlit corridors.
"Yis," Xiala called a name, a
