Leap of Faith
I stood at the Fountain of Youth, boots worn, rat's-nest hair dripping sweat, pouring into my eyes. I lifted my hat and wiped my brow. I'd finally made it.
The three mountains that made the triangle teeth weren't bad. Hard to find, but not bad. This plethora of trees, though, who needs that?
Now water coursed by.
I wasn't sure how to trust it.
How's it worked exactly?
Fine print somewhere, always was.
A river never stops either, but it does end. A big cosmic joke, right?
One way to tell.
I lifted my cup and drank.