my way home

Previously

…Alex and Bramble stood in a small, hidden alcove. The air here was still and cool. Before them, bathed in the faint light filtering through unseen cracks in the rock, lay not a chest of glittering gold, but a collection of objects, carefully arranged on a stone pedestal. There were leather-bound books, their pages brittle with age, intricately carved wooden figures, and what looked like fragments of pottery, each bearing a unique symbol. This was the treasure. Not wealth, but history. The whispers of the wild, finally within reach.