Traces and Trails
Their perseverance was rewarded not with sightings but with subtle signs. Footprints lined the river’s edge, too scattered to form a trail, too erratic to follow. “Someone—or something—has been here,” Monica observed, her voice low with an edge of awe.
The prints led to the water and abruptly stopped, as if the owner had vanished into thin air—or into the river itself. This clue was a testament to their unseen visitor’s presence, yet it led them no closer to understanding its nature.