On the other side of the river there is the tower, and the town surrounding it.
Beneath the Rippling Mirror
Whenever he looked at the far-away tower, he felt a terrible longing for it. It always left him dissatisfied with his life after it had passed. Who were the people who inhabited it–those mysterious beings who seemed to be like him, but were not? Were it not for the river, he would have found out by now.
As it was, he was here. On the opposite bank with no hope of crossing.
The river itself was a strange beast. No animals came near the water, but he could never figure out why. Something was wrong, but he could never figure out what.
He stood away from the shore, looking out across the great expanse of water. The tower beckoned to him, but the river mocked him. His heart twisted itself into a knot of varied emotions, each one warring with the other. It had been years, and he still couldn’t understand why he felt this way. The urge to know burned at him.
But was it worth the knowing? Ultimately, the tower meant crossing the river.
Ultimately, that meant knowing the river.
Was it worth it?
A rather pitiful sigh escaped him. In defeat he crawled back to his den. For now, the river would wait, as it always had.