Watching the watcher
As we waited, the boundaries between us and the darkness blurred. Were we any different from the one we sought, hidden here in the shadows? Time seemed distorted, stretching and contracting with each passing moment, each tick of the clock a reminder of what was at stake. The familiar terrain of our hometown had transformed into a stage where the unseen could be friend or foe, and the wait felt like a slow unraveling of the reality we once knew.