Taking a Trip Down Memory Lane
The trip back to the hamlet was treacherous and grueling. Snow began to fall, and the chill in the air seemed to seep into Mark’s very bones. But he refused to acknowledge the danger of hypothermia. All he could think about was retracing his steps back to the cave. Everything else faded away into insignificance.
Mark’s mind was consumed by the shadowy figure he had discovered. What could it be? A new species? An artifact of ancient civilization? He chuckled at the thought of Bigfoot, but he knew it was absurd. Despite his nightmares and lack of sleep, he was always ready to spring into action at the first hint of dawn. Because who knew what new discoveries awaited him in the light of day?