Veil of Secrecy
Morning found them bleary-eyed and introspective. Over a breakfast of instant coffee and granola bars, they shared their fragmented dreams, each echoing similar themes. “It’s like the river is guarding its secrets, and the harder we look, the more it resists,” Jason said, breaking a long silence.
The trio felt the pressure of an unseen veil that obscured the truth, tantalizing and ever-elusive. They knew there was a missing piece—a key that would unlock the river’s mysterious past and present.