The camp was suffused with a heavy silence as the group went about their tasks. Every glance exchanged was weighed down with mistrust, and the faintest sound seemed amplified in the strained atmosphere. Even the forest, usually alive with the distant chirping of birds or rustling of leaves, seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself anticipated what was to come.
Mia sat near the monolith, her glowing hands resting on her knees as she tried to piece together the fragments of her visions. The whispers had grown louder again, not urgent but insistent, weaving vague threads that hinted at something bigger. Something imminent.
"Mia," Zoe said, her voice soft but firm as she approached. "You've been staring at that thing for hours. You need to eat, rest—something."
Mia turned her head slightly, her gaze distant. "I can't. There's something… something I'm supposed to see. It's like it's right there, but I can't reach it."
