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𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

When she first woke up, everything was new. Of course it was new - she was new! It was her first day of being, and the beauty of the world around her was almost overstimulating. There was a soft rushing sound - what is that, where is that, oh! It’s coming from her - she makes that soft rushing sound! She felt that rushing sound move through her and from her, in an unhurried, steady flow - a thrumming that pulsed through her core.

There! The feeling is almost twinkling, but that twinkling is rooted in her. What new thing is this? Those beautiful and vibrant shapes upon her must also be of her, just as that rushing is of her. They float over the rushing, yet still anchored to the core of her. What bliss! Between those roots is another feeling, flittering and sporadic - sometimes they almost sparkle. This feeling is sometimes undulating, and she can see that there are shapes attached to it as well. But these shapes are in her, where the other shapes float mostly upon her. What a joyful feeling these shapes bring!


“Hello, Eilonwy. It is nice to meet you.”

There beside her, reclined something new. Instinctively, she felt that this was not a something, but a someone. Their voice was steady from where it carried to her, slightly muffled by that soft rushing sound that pervaded her entire being.

“I know you are new to this world - I will guide you. There is one fundamental rule to our continued existence as the ever-living: you must have a name. Everything has a name - everything from the smallest clover to the wide, infinite sky. But names are there to be remembered; if you are forgotten, then so too is your name. Names hold power. The strong have well-known names, and the weak have names known only to a few. To be known is to exist.”

This settled in her as an unshakeable truth. Yes, a name. She must have a name. She does have a name!

“Yes, you feel it there within you, your name. It is Eilonwy. I know it as you know it, for we share a source as all waters do. Never forget it.”

Eilonwy understood - nothing good would come of forgetting who she is. To be known is to exist. But this kin of hers, who? - Ah. It settles in her. Yes, she knows. They are kin, they share a source, they are waters too. This is “Eyre,” she thought, but the name sounded more than her thoughts had done before, and suddenly the world looked and felt different and she was looking down on Eyre for a brief moment before she tumbled beside them.

A tittering of low laughter, “It takes getting used to, changing and dividing forms. I remember it being a shock to me too, that first time.” Eyre’s words were mirthful with an undertone of teasing, but Eilonwy barely heard them say it.
She was preoccupied with gazing upon this new form of hers, leggy and hooved. That soft rushing was still there, more surface-level than before, but if she focused, she could still feel and hear it thrum through her. Yes, this was a form of her, but not all of her. The rest of her was… there. Before her, the river wove through the landscape, freckled by the shadows of trees on one bank and speckled by blossoms in bursts of color - those must have been those twinkling feelings with firm roots. Water lilies and lotuses, the right words now bursting to the forefront. Gazing into the waters reveals fluttering fish - yes! Those flittering and sporadic-feeling shapes from before!

“This river is my body - I am of this river and this river is me.”

Eyre simply hummed in agreement. “A weaving river, ever-living just as all of our kin. All waters are different, as you’ll discover in time.” At this, a wide grin overtook their face. “But what beautiful waters you turned out to be!”

Their joy was infectious; Eilonwy couldn’t help but feel the vibrant energy radiating from her in response. Yes, she felt excitement for the ages to come. There was so much potential thrumming through the currents, and she could hardly wait to experience all that would follow with it.

As they watched their young kin radiate in her new existence, Eyre couldn’t help but feel melancholy. There would be ages of joy and wonder ahead, but a veil clouded her future beyond that. Something would rob their kin of their vibrancy, and Eyre could only hope that by then she would be strong enough to pull through. Too many waters had been lost in times past, so many kin they had had to mourn.

“Little weaving river, I will leave you for now. With time, you will gain power, and with that power, new forms to master and more freedom to explore further beyond your banks. Remember that which I taught you - to be known is to exist. I will keep your name engraved upon my heart, dear Eilonwy.”

With a smile and the sweet scent of blossoms upon the wind, Eilonwy replied, “I will keep your name engraved upon my heart, dear Eyre.”

Ages would pass. Eilonwy would learn to spin thread from the petals upon her surface and the currents thrumming through her, weaving silks exquisite and rare. A village would settle upon her banks, and the weaving river would teach these people her craft. They would come to an accord.
This accord would be broken, and Eilonwy would be left depleted and weakened. Left with despair and betrayal so profound that she would slumber.

…

One day, a river awoke from a long slumber. She did not know she was a river, and did not understand the world around her - familiar yet unknown all the same. There was a soft rushing sound coming from the waters that sounded almost as if it were from within her. The faded husks of long-abandoned structures scattered the bank, and strange memories of weaving in a body she does not recognize bubbled to the surface before fading from her grasp. There is more to her. She feels it. Just as she knows that there is something she has forgotten that is more important than all else she has forgotten. It strikes a dissonant chord within her.

But until such time this forgotten key returns to her, I̵n̵g̷e̷n̴a̶m̵ will wander along the nameless weaving river and wonder.


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glossary:


Ingenam - "No name", a term for those who have lost their name. To be referred to as Ingenam would be as if instead of calling out your name, someone called out "Human". It is a loss of identity.



Bonus: highlighting the blank spaces reveals her name

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