"Hey… say something." Tyla spoke softly, but there was no reply.
Only the faint hum of wind and the quiet pulse of the array responded.
She stood alone inside the pocket dimension— she is inside a chamber. Before her lay the same copper pot and ladle she had found earlier, both resting on a stone table. They glimmered faintly, as if they carried some strange divinity despite their mundane appearance.
Tyla had been staring at them for nearly an hour, trying to figure out their purpose. "What are you two even supposed to do?" she muttered, prodding the pot with her finger. "At least give me a hint or something..."
She waited again for the ghostly voice that once guided her —but the silence continued. No whisper, no echo, not even the faintest tingle of presence.
"Great. The one time I actually want to hear that spirit voice, she vanishes." Tyla sighed and plopped down cross-legged on the ground.
