EverythingSings on Nostr: with his eyes until they converge. There. A gap in the canopy. The glint of moving ...

with his eyes until they converge.

There. A gap in the canopy. The glint of moving water.

Close. Half a day's walk, maybe less.

His throat tightens at the thought. He hasn't had clean water in two days. The puddles he's been drinking from taste like mud and rot.

He marks the direction against the sun's position and climbs down. His legs are shaking. That's new. Or maybe not new, maybe he just hasn't noticed until now. The body does things to