my way home

Previously

…The path had indeed bloomed, not with glittering riches, but with a tangible piece of the past. Alex carefully placed the wooden bird into their satchel, the satchel that now felt heavier with the weight of discovery. The journey was far from over, but this riddle, this stone, and this carved bird, had brought Alex one step closer to the answers they sought. The mist from the falls seemed to swirl around them, as if the very air held its breath, acknowledging the small victory. The wilderness, it seemed, was slowly revealing its secrets.