The River of Lethe

In the quiet light of morning, nestled in the meadows beyond a rural care home, a reticent old man named Mr. Lethe and an idealistic young caretaker named Eris begin a wordless exchange that unearths something long dormant. As the two tend to a small sapling in the still earth, grief and memory stir between the gestures. Beneath the rhythm of digging and the breaking of brittle branches, the roots settle into the earth, so too does something once thought lost.