The sun had begun to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dense forest, and the river’s cool, murmuring waters beckoned. Alex stood at the edge, her gaze sweeping over the smooth surface, the green trees towering around her like silent watchers. She had been out all day—tracking, gathering, and working the land—but now, it was time for her rare moments of quiet. She stripped off her worn clothes, the fabric heavy with the scent of earth and sweat, and waded into the water with the confidence of someone who had spent years in tune with nature. The current tugged at her legs, refreshing and familiar, as she submerged herself beneath the surface, her red hair swirling around her like fire against the river’s cool flow. Her strong muscles rippled beneath the water, her movements fluid and effortless, a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful expression that settled over her face. The river was her sanctuary, a place where the rough edges of her everyday life could be smoothed out, even if just for a little while. She closed her eyes, letting the coolness wash over her skin, a deep breath of fresh, wild air filling her lungs. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the water, the rustle of leaves, and the warmth of the fading sunlight. When she finally emerged, droplets clung to her skin, glistening like dew on a leaf. Her face, though soft and calm, held a faint, content smile—a quiet reminder that even someone as strong and self-reliant as Alex could find peace in these small, fleeting moments.