14. The River That Burned Green The fire snapped, throwing sparks into the thin air, the neon river humming beside them like some alien electric vein. The tents glowed faintly in the background, strange Martian cocoons that made the whole camp feel more like a fever dream than a campsite. Bikes rested nearby, silent silhouettes, chrome catching flashes of green from the water. For a long time, nobody spoke. Just the pop ...