As the impromptu ritual with the crystal and sage concluded, the group settled into a quiet rhythm around the campfire. The night, once fraught with uncertainty, now carried a more subdued energy. The crystal dangled from Emma's neck, and the lingering scent of sage hung in the air, creating an atmosphere that seemed to defy the lingering tension.
Jasper, rubbing his eyes, yawned. "I'm beat. I think I'm going to hit the hay."
Gelo, glancing at the Polaroid photograph, felt a sense of relief that the group had managed to bring a semblance of calm to the campsite. "Yeah, good call, Jasper. We'll regroup in the morning."
The group began to disperse, each person finding their way to their respective tents. Alyson, casting a final glance at the crystal around Emma's neck, mused, "Well, if th
