>>5965847It's a... book? How strange, you think to yourself. What's a book doing flowing down a river? Luckily, the leather protected it from the water, if not you would have just ended up with a collection of soggy pages. On the cover, also leatherbound, it reads: "Reflections." You flip through the pages. It looks like a journal of some sort belonging to a person named—you flip to the first page—Marty. Could he have lost it? That wooden box might have also belonged to him, but it’s long gone now.
>Continue walking along the riverbank. You might find out where this book came from.>Keep the book for now and cross to the other side of the river. Perhaps the mountains have answers.>Write in.