Once there was a river that whispered secrets. It was a river that only said true things, even when the night was quiet and the owl's eyes were shut.

Occasionally, children came to listen. There were always questions pouring gently from their mouths. Like soft pebbles skipping on water they made ripples in the night.
Journey to the Stars

"Do fish talk when no one's listening?" asked a girl with flowers in her hair.
"Only to the moon," the river replied in its flowing way.
"And do rocks dream?" was another question that floated by.
"Of mountains, maybe. Or clouds, perhaps," it gibbered and gurgled between its ripples.

In the shadows, forgotten memories twirled like fireflies, lighting the way to other stories untold, like roads leading into: Paths to Nowhere.