After another half an hour, the trio arrived at the cliff. Looking down, they saw a valley shrouded in mist. The mist was dense in some parts and sparse in others.
The sound of gently flowing waves was visible. Closing the eyes, one could imagine the relatively peaceful river below the mist.
The valley was adjacent to the two lands of summer and cold.
The river was sealed in one place by the holy barrier for hundreds of years, doomed never to flow into the Ashen Land and complete its journey
Delilah looked around and felt she had come here before, but she couldn't recall when exactly. The surroundings were familiar, yet not quite the same as she remembered.
She took a trip down her memory lane, trying to jog her memory, and something seemed to click. She realized that the place was missing its landmark, and that's why it felt familiar yet different.
The old and depilated wooden bridge was no more. Only its ruins could be seen.