Vanessa’s POV
Amelia and I step forward in unison, our strides syncing as we navigate the forest floor. The canopy above casts intermittent shadows, playing with the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. The air carries a sense of anticipation, the soft rustle of leaves beneath our feet creating a natural symphony. It feels like old times, though one set of feet is missing.
As we approach the stone, its weathered surface reveals the passage of time, etched with memories and stories of those who came before us. The surroundings seem to hush in reverence, creating a momentary stillness that contrasts with the subtle sounds of nature. We knew there were others before us, but this time, it’s only us. No one knows about this place.
Amelia's silhouette beside me is a familiar comfort
