The Bonds of Trust
"Does trust, to you, only hinge on how long you've known someone?" The spectral Mike this time appeared different from before, dressed in altered attire and longer beard—a reflection captured thirty years ago. Standing in the same spot Cana occupied just hours ago, he stretched with a sigh. "Still nothing here," he lamented. "Was I duped? That wizard back then did seem suspicious. Maybe he never set foot here himself... spouting nonsense about Rocky Mountain—there's no mountain here at all!" He continued to muse, distractedly enjoying the abundance of apples, wishing for home, cursing his choices as foolish. His ramblings eventually faded as the spectral recording flickered to its end. "May as well watch one last sunrise," the phantom's final words echoed, "I'm never coming back..."
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