Saturday:
As the group hikes away from the crumbling dam, Jas notices something strange in the distance. “Look at that!” They point toward a river glowing a vibrant red under the morning sun.
Roman shades his eyes and stares. “That’s...salmon.”
They rush toward the riverbank, where thousands of salmon are thrashing upstream, their scales flashing in the sunlight. The water is alive with movement, the once-blocked river now free-flowing after the dam’s collapse.
“It’s a miracle,” Ivy Mae says, tears welling up in her eyes. “I haven’t seen salmon like this since I was a kid.”
Roman kneels by the river. “This is what happens when the land is allowed to heal. No more concrete walls. No more machines choking the rivers.”