{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","author_name":"EverythingSings (npub1cd…uer54)","author_url":"https://nostr.ae/npub1cdm4j9t78z5y80v2wvaywrdmrd9yg2etsw4rh5zh2scuwm22cjssquer54","provider_name":"njump","provider_url":"https://nostr.ae","html":"right, the way stopping here feels right.\n\nZan trots back to him and presses its head against his leg. The shell is warm, almost hot from the sun. The fur beneath is cool and impossibly soft.\n\n\"Okay, Zan. What now?\"\n\nThe dog has no answer. Neither does he, really. But for the first time in days, the question doesn't feel urgent. He has water. He has sun. He has something that might be a friend.\n\nThe rest can wait.\n\n---\n\nHe spends the afternoon"}