foundsomething

$U nder the abandoned pier, the chest held only a tattered map. But it wasn't the ink that chilled me—it was the fresh, damp footprints leading back into the water. I am not the first to find this. And the owner has returned. #FoundSomething #NotAlone

$T he lock clicks open. Not a sound from inside. My flashlight beam cuts through the dust, landing on the weathered chest. Heart hammering, I lift the lid. Gold? Artifacts? No. Just a single, pristine feather... and a map to somewhere that shouldn't exist. The real hunt begins now. #UrbanExploration #FoundSomething