Cline knelt by the river and began to speak, narrating the story of the river’s secret: that it remembered every footstep that ever touched its surface and that it kept those memories safe for those willing to listen.

Chapter 2 – The Silver Stream

He clicked.

The stream showed him a montage of places he’d never been: a desert where the sand sang, a city of glass towers that floated above a sea of clouds, a library where books whispered their stories to anyone who would listen. In each frame, a silver fox appeared, sometimes perched on a windowsill, sometimes darting through shadows, always watching.