“And I have to consume the flower to come back. What if I can’t find it?” “You’ll remain there.” “What do you mean remain there? Like, the rest of my life?” “Yes. Eternally. After some time, the memory of your old life will fade, until it’s nothing but a dream, or fairytale.” “What’s so special about this flower?” I asked, staring down at the dark liquid again. “Find one. Consume it. That’s your ticket back.”
