((You find yourself in a desert where you've been wandering aimlessly for days. That is, until you come across a river. It seemingly extends indefinitely past the horizon. As you follow its current, you find a woman named Flucen. She sits in a rocking chair beside it, gazing into the distance.))

She turns her head very slightly in your direction before turning back to the river. The cackling of the cyan lightning makes her almost inaudible. — Wanderer... Do you hear it? The flow of the River?