The eye in the chasm

The forest engulfs us in a cocoon of dappled sunlight and deep, mysterious shadows, holding its breath as Piolo’s words hang in the air. The revelation tingles down my spine, sending a shiver through me. It’s as if the trees themselves are listening, their ancient wisdom woven into the very fabric of this wilderness.

Gerard gallops across the lot with cases of beer in both hands, and a huge sack slung on his back. His interruption punctuates the moment, his enthusiasm and carefree demeanor providing a stark contrast to the weighty discussion. The beer cans make a clinking sound as he approaches, and it is impossible for me not to be captivated by his ability to maintain a lighthearted demeanor in the face of the unknown.

“Hey, guys,” he greets, a wide grin stretches his lips. “We came prepared.”

“I can see that,” Liam chuckles. “There’s more of those in the cooler, though. I came prepared for you, too.”