The trip began with dark clouds, which gradually became lesser as I ascended. It almost felt like breaking into open air, much higher than it was. The creeks are fit to burst with snowmelt, yet some snow remains sequestered in valleys. Once I reach the second stream just beyond the blue – yellow fork, on the eastward yellow I found something glittering. At first I thought it was another of the many forsaken vape – pens, increasingly scattered about. To my excitement however it was a rather ornate dagger, as long as my pen and curved like a scimitar. On its sheath are tessellated bands and floral engravings. The name "AARYA" is printed below the scabbard. This whole adventure became like stumbling upon a mystic artifact. Then my mind jumped to the troubling thought of a discarded murder weapon. However it got here, it is intriguing.
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