Rianna spread her journal across the wooden table, comparing entries from the past three weeks. Every observation she couldn't explain pointed to the same coordinates. The pattern was undeniable now. Whatever she'd been documenting wasn't scattered throughout the forest—it all converged at one specific place, deep past the marked trails where no one else would follow. She packed her journal, compass, and rope into her leather satchel. The ancient tree marked on her map stood three hours into unmarked territory, where the canopy grew thick enough to block the sun. No one could verify what she found there. No one could witness her measurements or confirm her notes. She fastened the buckles on her bag and locked the door behind her. The documentation would have to speak for itself.