No one knows where it starts or where it ends, a ceaseless process going on for eternity. From when light was called upon the earth till the when sun eats up every life form, the red river spews and engulfs souls. From the fjords in Iceland to the rainforest of the Amazon, the damask river belches the innocent and refined souls, like a random pick from a shuffle of cards the souls are sent to a destination. The soul never choses the destination, no difference in possessing the body of a monarch prince or the body of a girl in … Continue reading River of souls