ShadowSpark

Every winter, the lake freezes solid—smooth, silent, perfectly still.

But this year, something is trapped beneath the ice: a huge, dark shape that wasn’t there the day before.

At dusk, the shape begins to move.

By midnight, it’s pushing upwards.

By dawn, the ice has cracked in a perfect circle…and the shape is gone.

Only a trail of wet footprints leads from the lake into the forest.