AngelAurelin
They call it the Cursed River, a place where moonlight bends strangely and the water whispers like a voice half-remembered. Long ago, a noble and a poor girl met at its banks, their worlds divided yet drawn together by something neither could resist. The river watched them in silence, carrying secrets in its depths.
No one speaks of what became of them, only that the current still holds their story, and those who linger too long by its edge swear they hear two voices carried in the rushing water-pleading, yearning, unfinished.