Something moved just below the surface. Not a fish, and not the wind. It was a slow, deliberate shadow—a memory of what had been lost twenty years ago. The air grew cold, smelling of wet earth and old secrets.
"It’s still down there," a voice whispered from the tree line. Something moved just below the surface
Elias didn't turn around. He knew. Some waters are clear not because they are clean, but because they are deep enough to hide the bottom. And in Clearwater, the bottom was finally rising to meet them. The air grew cold, smelling of wet earth and old secrets
Elias sat on the edge of the rotted pier, watching his own reflection. He had come back to find answers, but the lake only offered him back his own tired eyes. They said the water washed away sins, but as the sun dipped below the ridge, the blue turned to an ink-black void. He knew
Something moved just below the surface. Not a fish, and not the wind. It was a slow, deliberate shadow—a memory of what had been lost twenty years ago. The air grew cold, smelling of wet earth and old secrets.
"It’s still down there," a voice whispered from the tree line.
Elias didn't turn around. He knew. Some waters are clear not because they are clean, but because they are deep enough to hide the bottom. And in Clearwater, the bottom was finally rising to meet them.
Elias sat on the edge of the rotted pier, watching his own reflection. He had come back to find answers, but the lake only offered him back his own tired eyes. They said the water washed away sins, but as the sun dipped below the ridge, the blue turned to an ink-black void.