A Message Through Fire and Scales

The night by the lake was serene, with only the gentle lapping of water and the hum of nocturnal insects accompanying Johan's quiet activity. He sat by a small fire, grilling fresh fish over the glowing embers of dry twigs he had gathered earlier. The rich aroma of modern spices mingled with the natural scent of the fish, filling the cool night air. Even Johan couldn't help but sniff and swallow hungrily as the smell wafted around him.

The scene felt familiar, almost peaceful. The lake shimmered under the pale light of the moon, and stars dotted the sky like a celestial tapestry, lending a touch of magic to the atmosphere. Johan allowed himself a faint smile, savoring the tranquility despite the weight of his thoughts.

The peace, however, was short-lived.