The return

It almost passed the path it had stayed off for so long. If not for its familiar smell, it would not have identified it. Its head drooped as it stumbled into the path.

Long was the goal of it finding the moon flower. Years had passed but the moon flower has not appeared. It only appeared in tell-tale glimpses. Once it had entered the illusion that the moon flower was right before it, only to realise at the very end, the illusion was just a naive illusion it wanted.

So it had shrugged off the vines that bound it, tearing fur and skin apart just to break it. It is determined. And finally emerged on the path. The vines trembled at its escape but it did not turn back to look and headed on its path which had always been beckoning it in its heart.