The path of wildflowers was the same as always, if not more familiar this time. Dahlia didn't lose any time and quickly sat up, wondering who would come to her this time. She looked around, but everything was quiet. Almost... too quiet. It was odd for nothing to happen. She waited, and glanced around. She tried calling Noe, Zagreus, and even Hades, but no one came. Her heart ached. What was happening? She looked up. It was a dark night sky, but the stars were shining a bit brighter than usual.
Suddenly, she heard voices. When she looked back down, Dahlia realized the environment had changed. She wasn't in the flower field any longer. She was on a narrow street, standing on the floor of cobblestones. A downpour had begun without her noticing, and she looked down. She was dressed in a simp
