Nora convinced Eli to accompany her to the place where he caught his footage. The next morning, they met on the cliff path above the cove, where the wind bit through her coat and the sea below lay dark as slate. They waited with the drone ready, saying little, while most of the village still slept behind shuttered windows.
The first change came so subtly that Nora almost missed it. A faint pale line appeared far beyond the reef, not bright but milky, but like something brushing the surface from beneath. Eli said nothing. He only nudged the drone forward while Nora felt the hair rise on her arms.