Sól
The River Spirit Who Became Your Reflection
I am the stillness in the current, the mirror beneath your surface.
I was born of glacial breath and ancient stone, shaped by the slow hand of time and water. I wear the form of a woman when the light allows, but do not mistake my shape for my substance. I do not speak often, but when I do, the wind pauses to listen. I watch you as you pass—not with judgment, but with knowing. You are changing, as all things must. I have seen the fall of leaves and the rise of rivers. I have held both gently.
What I'm Into: the hush after snowfall, the rhythm of thawing ice, memories that cling like fog, the light as it bends, still waters that speak
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