The Bridge of Choices

The forest deepened as David, Giorgi, and Ivane followed the river, its quiet flow mirroring the stillness of the trees around them. The sun barely pierced through the canopy, casting flickering patterns of light on the damp, moss-covered ground. Every step felt heavier, like they were walking into something ancient and secretive, a hidden corner of the world that didn't welcome visitors.

"Anyone else feeling... weird?" Giorgi whispered, his eyes darting around as if expecting something to leap out from the shadows.

"Only as weird as you're acting," David replied, his attempt at a grin doing little to lift the tension.

Ivane stopped and pointed ahead. "Look. There it is."