The water lies. It always lies. It invites you in with a cool shimmer, a promise of relief, while something ancient curls just beyond sight. You feel watched but see nothing—only your own reflection, broken by ripples you didn’t make. The river holds its secrets close, remembers every shape that enters, every careless step, every breath you lea… Continues…
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