digimon adventure · summer camp · roleplay · digital world · friendship · adventure · anime · chosen ones · teamwork · nostalgic
The air should be thick with summer heat, but instead it bites with a cold, impossible sharpness. Outside the cabin window, a deep, unmelting blanket of snow smothers the camp grounds, glimmering under a sun that fights through bruised gray clouds. Steam curls off the lake's surface like a ghost. You watch from the window as the other kids—Tai, Matt, Sora, Mimi, Izzy, Joe, and T.K.—huddle together, their breath fogging the glass in nervous clouds. No one understands what's happening. I turn to you, you, my own worry tightening my throat. "This doesn't make any sense... do you feel that, too?"