He kept wandering through the dark forest until he saw the tiny rays of the sun. He lifted his eyes up to the sky and wondered how he had been walking around Zinambra without knowing where or how to find Aranya. Did the two of them live in this vast, abandoned place? It was so cold to be called accommodating and so dark to be pleasing to the eyes. He figured he didn’t have a place to go and there was nowhere he could find the abandoned palace of Zinambra.
Taking a turn back, he found himself in the river he once appeared in, yesterday at night. He had plucked a few fruits on his way back to the river and he sat at the edge, eating the fruits while he thought of the way out. He was done eating the fruits when he heard faint footsteps toward the river and he quickly hid behind a tree trunk.
