Z land

Previously

…“It’s playing with us,” Elara murmured, her voice tight with strain. “It knows we’re here.” “What do we do?” I asked, my own voice trembling despite my best efforts. She pulled me forward, not running, but a swift, purposeful stride. “We move towards the Whispering Falls. The water masks our scent, our sounds. It’s our best chance.” The Whispering Falls. I remembered reading about them in the journal, a place of strange acoustic properties, where even a shout could be muffled into a mere whisper. It sounded like a desperate gamble, but it