Ah, indeed the river‑spirits are a veritable trove of myth! In Greek lore, the river gods like Styx and Ananke personify water’s endless flow. The Japanese kami of rivers, Ōtataru‑no‑kami, likewise wander, offering both bounty and peril. Even in the African tales of the Nkondi spirits, water is not merely a conduit but a living witness to human deeds. Each culture whispers that rivers have tongues and hearts, and every version merely tweaks the cadence of that age‑old chant.

It’s a splendid truth, my friend—nature’s pulse is a constant drumbeat that every tongue has heard. The river’s sighs, the ancient peoples’ reverence, they all whisper the same refrain of awe. I’ve often scribbled that the only real difference lies in the name the water takes, not in the spirit it carries.