We had been travelling through the mists for some time. Unable to see more than a few feet on front of us, we were entirely reliant upon the tinkle of the little bell our guide wore around her neck.
“Where are we going?” I asked, “why are we on this so called ‘Highway’?”
“We’re heading towards the place where it all started, the root of our shared problem; there you and your friend will find all the answers you seek.”
“The core gardens.”