Have you ever seen the rivers that don't actually flow through maps? No, not those guided by the streams of reality, but the ones charted across the universe, in whispers and songs sung by stars.
These rivers meander silently, weaving through the fabric of cosmic dreams and starlit wishes. Lurking beneath their liquid surfaces, perhaps, are reflections of worlds that almost are, or might have been.
It's said that if you dip your fingers into these waters, you can feel the smooth, cold touch of what lies beyond understanding—a feeling both delightful and disconcerting.