EverythingSings on Nostr: world, not the fragments of another. He watches it move along the riverbank, sniffing ...

world, not the fragments of another.

He watches it move along the riverbank, sniffing at the rocks, its colors rippling through shades of brown and gray and a flash of unexpected blue when it passes through a shadow. There's something liquid about its motion, the way it flows from one spot to the next.

"Zan," he says.

The dog's ears perk up.

"Yeah. Zan." He doesn't know where the name came from. It just felt right, the way the river felt