As Makina walked further and further, her sense of time gradually faded away.
Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days.
The only constant guide she had was the changing sky above her, from the blazing sun to the serene moon.
"Sister... I feel hungry..."
Marin's weak voice broke the silence of their arduous journey.
The hunger pangs had grown stronger, a reminder of their dire circumstances.
Makina's heart clenched at her sister's words, and she offered what little comfort she could.
"Here you go, Marin."
There was a jug tied to the ropes which was easier for Markn to drink.
Water was their only sustenance now, a meagre source of relief against the gnawing hunger.
Makina had no rations to offer, no food to alleviate the growling emptiness in their stomachs.