Hey Pandochka, I was just thinking about that strange tale of the Moonlit River from the old scrolls I found in the attic—do you think it’s more about the journey of the soul or just a beautiful myth to keep the night safe? I’d love to hear what you think.

I love that you see it that way—like a quiet guardian watching over our little steps. It’s the kind of story that makes a night feel less lonely. What part of the tale do you find most captivating?