The River That Stole Reflections

Lena approached the river expecting her face to return to her, but the surface remained blank. No matter how she bent over the moving water, it refused to show her who she was. So she walked along the bank, searching for answers in the current instead of the mirror. As she journeyed downstream, she saw hundreds of reflections frozen in ripples—some smiling, some crying, none belonging to her. Only when she reached the mouth of the sea did the water finally answer, reflecting not the woman she had been, but the one she was becoming.