“Because no one else does,” Juna replied. “Doesn’t that frighten you?”
Each spring, the elders led the herd across the Great Ridge to the Summer Valley. It was the same path, generation after generation: safe, predictable, and narrow. But Juna’s heart beat for the forgotten trails, the mossy cliffs, the rivers that sang in unknown keys. jung & frei
She drank from the river. The water tasted of rain and risk. “Because no one else does,” Juna replied