"Like a dream?" I looked at Lilina in surprise, but saw only seriousness in the eyes of this fake Lolita. "What's the situation?"
"It's all fuzzy," Lilina lightly kicked a vine next to her. "It might be a limitation of the life form. This plant's thought process is different from ours; its thinking is like a sleepwalking dream, a product of the external real world merging with some internal 'environment.' Even what it's currently thinking about is absurd and distorted. I did see records related to the return voyage, but there are many explanations: returning to the homeland, returning to the starting place, reverting to the original state, a return from life to death, a reunion with the deceased, and so on. All these explanations make sense; from the memory of the Mother Tree, we obtained only such a vague concept."
After a pause, Lilina firmly nodded, "That's it, it's impossible to confirm."
