Walking
into space, Alysia asks what has happened in this place in the past.
She began absorbing the stories in the scuff marks, chipped edges and
stained recesses of the walls around her, until she could feel sunlight on green fern fronds, soft iron bark, moss and the smell of dew. As plant life overlays the walls, her sense of peace deepens and she finds
herself in the depths of the forest that here once stood. Someone’s secret
meeting place?
Grey
returned, interrupting Alysia’s questioning. Within a few moments, he was
leading her with a lively stride down a passage towards the water.
