Chapter III – “The River Remembers”

Long before words, the garden had rivers —

they carried dreams that no one dared to keep,

and stories too heavy for the wind to bear.

When the water dried,

its memories turned to stone —

blue and still, yet echoing with what once was.

The River Remembers holds that echo:

a promise that nothing truly vanishes,

only changes shape, waiting to be found again.

💧 For those who have lost something, but not themselves.