The 13-hour flight to Agrapha had been long, tedious, and marked by silence that never quite turned restful. Yet, when the plane finally touched down and the hiss of the pressurized doors welcomed Williams into a new land, he felt something shift inside him. The moment his feet touched the solid, foreign ground, a deep, unshakable certainty coursed through him. He was in the right place.
Yes, the map from the night before had already confirmed the coordinates, etched into his memory like a sacred mantra, but this was different. This was instinct. This was a knowing that gripped his soul and settled deep in his bones.
Despite the clarity of his arrival, his journey was far from over. The person he had come for was still a distance away, separated from him by layers of landscape and silence.
