Chapter LVII: Preparations
Liz drifts into sleep, her mind slipping into another vivid dream. The air around her shifts, cool and damp, as the gentle murmur of water reaches her ears. She blinks and finds herself standing at the banks of the Bantaoan River. The surroundings are familiar, yet something feels different.
Tall grasses sway in the evening breeze, and as she peers through them, her heart skips a beat. A group of people dressed in elaborate Hispanic attire gathers near the riverbank. The men wear white barong-like garments, and the women are adorned in long, flowing skirts with intricate embroidery. The sight is strange yet mesmerizing, like stepping into a painting from the past.
Liz ducks lower, her breath shallow as she watches the scene unfold. The village before her lacks
