Lynch cast his gaze to the other end of the bridge and said to his companions, "Come on, let's see what's ahead!"
The stone bridge grew narrower and narrower, until only one person could pass. They tiptoed cautiously across that stretch and then found the path began to widen again—it seemed they had crossed half of the bridge.
As Lynch walked, his magic wand gently tapped the ground, producing a rhythmic sound. The group seemed to walk to the beat of a drum in this silent world. The long-sealed history slowly unfolded before them, and as the mist gradually dissipated, a mighty waterfall appeared in their view like a meteor suddenly blazing across the night sky.
