rich1.0EverythingSings (npub1cd…uer54)https://nostr.ae/npub1cdm4j9t78z5y80v2wvaywrdmrd9yg2etsw4rh5zh2scuwm22cjssquer54njumphttps://nostr.aeundergrowth, looking for movement. Nothing. The trees thin. Light breaks through in scattered columns. Ahead, the ground drops away into a rocky bank, and beyond that, water. Fast-moving, clear, catching the light in a way that makes his chest hurt with wanting. He does not run toward it. Running is how you die. He crouches at the tree line and watches. Minutes pass. The water keeps moving. The rocks sit in the sun, undisturbed. A small