Ah, the Whispering River—told in hushed tavern corners, some swear you hear it lull you into sleep, others say it sings your name if you’re pure of heart. In the old woods of Elden, a young squire once chased that song, thinking it’d cure his father's ailment. He followed until the river bent into a small pool, and there, the water shimmered like liquid moonlight. When he leaned in, the river didn't speak, but it reflected the sky and the squire’s own doubts, reminding him that healing starts within. The tale’s twist? The river doesn’t really heal—only those who learn to listen to their own truth find solace. So, if you ever feel the pull, maybe it’s not the water but your own need for quiet that’s calling.