This time it was clear and sharp. The voice was that of a woman and came from the left. Mei Yang ran making a loud noise and wetting much of his body. The river water flooded the environment where he stepped.
Did he finally die and be among the river of life? However, where was the god who would help her cross the sea of spirits?
Her voice came again and a feeling of need hit her hard. She did not care about anything anymore; she just wanted to get to the voice. There was something familiar about her. Almost as if, she were vital to Mei Yang. A part of her that she did not even know existed.
She needed to get to the voice. It was a primitive and irrational need as to breathe and eat.
The more she ran the more the labyrinth opened, and at last, a light appeared. She was calm and shivere
