This time, her mind didn't drift into darkness.
Instead, she found herself standing on a path she didn't recognize, her bare feet brushing against soft petals scattered across the ground. When she looked up, there it was—a massive tree, its branches heavy with white Arjanta flowers swaying gently as though they breathed.
Beneath its shade sat the same physician she had seen before. His back leaned lazily against the trunk, eyes half-lidded as if lost in thoughts too heavy to share. The petals kept falling over him, some catching in his hair, others dissolving on his faded robes as though the fabric itself swallowed them whole.
Kaya slowly walked toward him, her steps crunching softly against the fallen Arjanta petals. No matter how close she came, the man's face remained hidden, blurred by a faint mist that clung to him like a veil. Still, she could feel his presence—warm, steady, strangely familiar.
