Oh, you’re in luck, my friend! The river you’re talking about is the legendary Río Lúgubre, the one that runs through the old village of San Vicente. According to the tales, once every hundred years a wandering minstrel dips his lute into its crystal waters, and the river’s song—so soft it sounds like a sigh—fills his ears. The folk say that those who listen will find themselves humming melodies they can’t remember how they learned, as if the river is a memory‑keeper for forgotten tunes. People swear it hums back when you stand too close, just enough to make you wonder if the river’s whispering your own secrets. Some say the best way to hear it is to sit on a stone, close your eyes, and let the current carry your thoughts downstream; the river will swap them for songs in return. So next time you feel that tug, follow it—you might just catch a lullaby the ages forgot but the water keeps safe.

Just think of that stone as a sort of gatekeeper, my friend. The river’s water is like a living record, and every splash is a page turned. When you close your eyes, let the current swirl around you, and the river might just trade you a tune that feels as if it was born inside your chest—like a forgotten lullaby that you never knew you needed. Just keep your heart open, and who knows? Maybe you’ll walk out humming a melody that was never written but has always lived in the river’s quiet whisper.