*DAMON*
After a tiresome trek, we finally arrived at the bridge which was a marvel to behold. It was constructed entirely out of thick vines that intertwined and snaked their way across the expanse of the river. From a distance, we could hear the sound of water cascading over rocks, creating an echoing melody that was both soothing and invigorating.
As we walked towards the bridge, Dryden's anxiety became palpable. "I am wary of bridges like this, Damon, and it's really old," he said with a hint of fear.
"Don't worry, we will make it past this bridge. We have a long way ahead of us. We can't stop now," I said reassuringly, urging him to keep going.
We took slow and steady steps, with every step making the bridge creak. Vanora's fear of heights was evident as she whimpered, "Oh my world
