I Follow Rivers

A winding river. The murmur of water, lost in the summer heat. She stands in her secret garden, sweat beading on her skin, every breath a mix of longing and anticipation. The world feels alive with desire.

Then, he appears. Their fingers touch beneath the water, and a fire ignites. Raw. Untamed. A moment that feels endless, yet gone too soon. As the heat fades, the river’s pull remains. Is it a dream—or something more, something that calls her back?