The River That Forgot How to Reflect
Something was missing from its surface — us.
In a remote village, travelers spoke of a river that showed no reflection. Even under sunlight, faces vanished, ripples darkened, and water shimmered like black glass. Locals refused to go near it.
When a young scientist arrived to study it, she discovered bones beneath the silt — hundreds of them, perfectly white, arranged as if lying in sleep. Among them was her own reflection — faint, half-formed, trapped beneath the current.
She ran, but every pond, every puddle, every mirror she passed afterward — showed only the river.
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