red deeper into the heart of the unknown. The anticipation that had electrified the air in the previous

wist of the forest path, the landmarks on the map seemed to align with the scenery around them. It was as if the map he

and every distant chirp of a bird. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if aware

the group stumbled upon a clearing unlike any they had ever seen. The grass beneath their feet

his is no ordinary place," she mused aloud, her practical nature

Perhaps this is the first sign that the Rea

, her laughter ringing through the air.

nt to observe the surroundings. "We should be

a, his instincts as sharp as ever. "A

ter of the glade. Carvings adorned its surface, resembling the symbols from their ma

lization hit him like a thunderclap - the rock was a marker, confirming their journey's course.

ounced, his voice filled with awe. "Th

If the glade is a waypoint, then there must be more

on the glade. The friends exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. Their jou

the gentle symphony of nocturnal creatures, a reminder that they were not alone in this mystical realm. Sharing storie

e upon the breeze. The glade held secrets, secrets that awaited discovery. Their footsteps, guided by the sym

, Cynthia, Jennifer, Collins, and Emmanuel drifted into dreams that held echoes of the journey that lay ahead. The enchanted glade ha