บท 267: Isn’t it nice when our imagination is finally on point?

"So it was true? The stagnancy I felt in this place was because it was a suspended space?" I gasped and tilted my head to look at Natha.

"Well, not truly suspended, since time still flows for her and for us," Natha explained while looking around the space he hadn't visited in a long time. "The land just kept repeating each day."

Repeating each day but only for a select point? It would mean that anything growing during the day would revert back to the condition twenty-four hours before; the weather, the sky, the wind blow--everything would be the same. Even if I came here and purposefully spread pollen so more plants would grow, everything would return to how it was supposed to be yesterday.

Everything that was blanketed by those nets of mana.