Elara leaned in, her heart racing. The man in the raincoat began to turn. Just as his profile came into view—just as she thought she recognized the curve of his jaw—the video cut to a bright, sun-drenched meadow.
In the center of the frame stood a man in a yellow raincoat, his back to the camera. He was holding a red umbrella that looked far too bright against the gray world. The person filming slowed down, stopping just inches behind him.
The audio shifted. Now, there was laughter. A child’s voice shouted, "You found it!" The camera panned down to a patch of dirt where a small, wooden box had been unearthed. The video ended there. Elara looked at the file size: .
