She made her way back to the road, her staff resting on her shoulder.
As Lily began her journey along the dirt road, the forest around her was peaceful, with birds chirping in the distance and the warm sun casting dappled shadows on the path. She hummed softly to herself, glad to be out of the dark dungeon.
But as she walked, she noticed someone up ahead. A man stood in the middle of the road, turning his head this way and that, clearly disoriented. His clothes were strange—nothing like anything she had ever seen before. He wore a white shirt with intricate designs and a black tie, paired with what looked like formal pants. His shoes were spotless, which was odd given the dusty road, and a sleek, boxy bag hung on his shoulder.
Curious, Lily quickened her pace and approached him. As she drew closer, she could see the confusion written all over his face. He muttered to himself, looking around as though trying to piece together where he was.
