They spoke then, one by one, offering fragments that fit nowhere else: a lost photograph, a recipe written in an unfamiliar hand, the smell of rain on a different season. Each piece was offered like a bone to a starved animal. Catarina gathered them, folding the fragments into the margin of the film, into the spaces where subtitles could not reach.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, they arrived at a hidden clearing. In the center of the clearing stood an ancient, gnarled tree, its branches twisted in a way that seemed almost... deliberate. As they approached, they noticed something strange: the tree seemed to be... glowing. They spoke then, one by one, offering fragments