Ferryman Gift

"The Ferryman's Notes: The Forgotten River" I am the ferryman of the river of forgetfulness, holding a bottomless boat to ferry those abandoned memories. I don't accept copper coins, only "passing money". Every time I send away a lost soul, I have to swallow a life that is not mine. Until that day, a little girl without a face floated on the river. She sat on the bow of my boat and asked me quietly: "Ferryman, don't you want to find your own face?" At that moment, I realized that what I was crossing was not my soul, but feeding myself to the river bit by bit.