Fisherman Spots Strange Shape in Mud — What He Discovers Is Beyond Belief

The Mouth

Near the head, a crack formed in the mud — horizontal, thin, and lined with shallow curves. Liam brushed it gently. The shape deepened. A mouth. Closed tight. There were no teeth visible, no jaw muscles flinching. But something about it looked sad. Tired. He crouched beside it, unsure what to say. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”