Reflections of the Unknown
Back at the campfire, the friends mulled over the day’s discoveries. “What if what we’re seeing isn’t new? What if it’s a recurring chapter of the river’s story?” Monica proposed, the glow of the fire casting dancing shadows on her face.
Caleb, sifting through the elder’s anecdotes and the watcher’s warning, felt the edges of different eras blurring together, possibly revealing a pattern. Jason mapped out the sightings on a piece of paper, their locations, and times, hoping to discern a connection. They sat in contemplative silence, the unknown reflecting in their eyes as much as in the flickering flames.