FORGET-ME-NOT

The sun reached its zenith, the golden rays casting a warm glow upon the land, Dahlia, her shades a shield against the brightness, peered down at her phone, the screen illuminating the message that lay before her.

It was a message from Anton Miller and with a tap of her finger, the text revealed itself, the coordinates of their rendezvous suddenly clear. He had sent the location of the meeting place, and her curiosity piqued about Anton's choice of location

It was a place in the heart of Emerald city, a hidden valley, a sight of natural beauty that seemed to whisper of secrets yet untold.

And as Dahlia made her way towards the appointed rendezvous, her steps a rhythmic cadence in the quiet of the valley, she pondered the reason for Anton's choice of location, her mind a swirl of questions that seemed to circle, elusive as the leaves that danced upon the wind.