The chosen well has no bottom. Only depths that remember your name before you do.
The well does not give answers. It gives echoes. And once you have heard yours, you carry it like a second heartbeat, soft and certain, until the day you return—not to ask again, but to become part of the water. the chosen well of souls
Some throw coins. The brave throw keepsakes. The damned throw themselves. The chosen well has no bottom
Legend says the well chooses its pilgrim, not the other way around. You do not seek it. It calls your name in the voice of a grandmother you never met, or a future self who already drowned. soft and certain