The River Without a Source

A river appeared overnight in a barren desert. Strangely, no one could find where it began. Explorers followed it for weeks until the river abruptly faded into sand. Some believed it was a mirage, but the water was cool and real. One lonely boy sat beside it every evening, telling the river about his day. The river shimmered brighter with each story. One night, as he whispered a wish to feel understood, the river glowed so intensely that its origin was revealed—his own reflection, sparkling softly. It flowed not from land, but from the human need to be heard.