"Oh no!" The rabbit exclaimed, "We're running out of time!"
It looked up, gazing at Duke, its tone becoming urgent:
"You should leave, or it will be hard to return. That path is closing soon."
Duke hesitated slightly: "Can I come here and find you again in the future?"
The rabbit shook its head, its ears swaying along.
"No," it said, "This place doesn't actually exist in any plane. Creatures from various planes might pass through certain special areas and end up here, but no one can actively find me. You coming here was destiny. If you want to come again, it'll depend on fate."
It stood up, straightened its deep red vest, and waved to Duke:
"Come, I'll see you off."
Duke followed it out of the fence, circled the wooden house, and arrived at the back.
There lay a stone path, winding forward, disappearing into the gray mist.
On either side of the path were flowers Duke had never seen before, bright and colorful, exceptionally vibrant in the gray mist.
