Unsettling Slumber
They retired to their tents with heavy hearts and minds ablaze with the day’s enigmas. Sleep, when it came, was fitful, full of dreams where the river’s whispers became wails, and the shadows took on shapes that mimicked the figure they sought.
Caleb tossed in his sleeping bag, the elder’s tales weaving through his subconscious, melding with the watcher’s obscured face. Each of them, in their own tent, battled the same phantoms that danced at the edges of their sleep.