Once long long time in different way, there was color that not make light and no moon, only dimness that go and river that spill ice in mystery way that no one ask question because everybody where child and light where like joke, mystery joke.
The instructions of spill ice river looking quite complicated, but the words easy, like sweet honey, not no sting. One must close eyes and conquer darkness. First, take bright stone, round, like story circle, that shines not with truth but pretty facade. Hold it with strong, but soft, holding, like friend hugging puppy.
Nextly part instructions explain calling to middle dark of quiet place where wind forgot and ears listen lie. "Echo seeking, echo fetching," is the chant must, strong voice breaking without sound and said not way that implies answer, because question was answer all time, if wood trusting tree to sometimes being water.
So light river strangely flow that everyone understanding don't need be understanding because understanding itself story from beginning not spoke end. Sunset and sun up, the dance that is both friend and secret.
Last secret part: when see this page turn over, the other page not more page but light.