Day after day, year after year.
In the blink of an eye, the chronology here seems to have reversed for thousands of years.
Gradually, a small footprint and the mark of someone lying down appeared here. Besides that, there was also the impression of something hard making a dent.
"What is this?"
Selene asked.
"This is the place where I once fell—look, that footprint and the lying mark were left by me."
"I tripped over something hard here, then fell down... In the end, I took that troublesome thing that tripped me back!"
Pointing to the marks on the ground, Hecate said lightly.
She took two steps forward, placed her foot on the old footprint, and pressed her hand on the dented mark.
"This is an exit, an exit that might not have existed originally."
"But when I picked it up here, this exit came into being."
"You have meditated more than once, and behind this entrance is the place you saw during your past meditations."
