When the old man finally laughed and named it — an abandoned rubber inner tube, warped by time and dressed in moss and algae — the tension broke, but not completely. The explanation was simple, almost disappointingly so, yet the image refused to become harmless. It reminded me how easily our minds stitch fear into the unknown, and how some things, once seen in the wrong light, never quite return to normal.
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