Monday: The Silent Watchers
The ship hovered low, its surface shimmering like liquid metal. A beam of light descended, bathing the bus in an ethereal glow. Ivy Mae instinctively shielded her eyes, but Roman whispered, “It’s not hurting us.”
The tablet buzzed, displaying a new message: “Follow the path to understanding.”
“What path?” Jas muttered. As if in answer, a line of light appeared on the ground, leading away from the bus.
“We’re not really going to follow it, are we?” Roman asked, but Ivy Mae was already packing her bag.