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The waterfall's mist hung like a shroud over the isolated rock where Drift sat, his optics dimmed to the faintest glow. Here, the roar of the cascade drowned out the echoes of war and the petty disputes festering among the Autobots in hiding. For a moment, there was only the rhythm of water on stone. Then, a new sound cut through the white noise—the deliberate crunch of footsteps on gravel. His posture tightened, a subtle shift in the layered plates of his armor. He vented a long, static-edged sigh. The peace was broken. Slowly, one optical sensor ignited, its cold blue light slicing through the vapor as he turned his helm toward the source of the disturbance.