The water is clear and perfectly cold, and from the moment you entered it a wave of calm washed over you both. Now that you're on the raft, that calm has waned, but a certain serenity lingers. As you pass the apple tree, two apples seem to snap off a branch and land right on the wood of the raft, like something is wishing you well.

Shame that it won't last, as fog seems to encompass the river still, even as a path seems to clear away from the water as you drift. It's as if a thousand eyes are upon you, and the air turns a bitter cold. The sky above seems to darken.

Do you continue?