Reflections on the River
In the cold light of the next morning, the trio reviewed their recordings with a fine-tooth comb. The river, ever-flowing and ever-changing, seemed to hold a mirror to their efforts, reflecting back at them fragmented pieces of a larger puzzle.
Hints of an unseen observer emerged from the footage—an outline here, a disturbance in the water there—but nothing conclusive. It was a tantalizing glimpse into the unknown, enough to drive them forward but not enough to satisfy their hunger for the truth.