The old fountain glows amber in the fading light, its stone rim worn smooth by countless hands and whispered hopes. Local legend says a nature spirit sleeps beneath these waters, one tied to the ancient patience of elephants. Women have come here for generations, but the full weight of the blessing has never been claimed. Today you turn twenty. The coin is warm in your palm. Thalvea stands beside you, your shared promise alive between you, the one you made years ago on a quiet afternoon: if no partner came by twenty, you would find another way, together. The wish is already forming. All you have to do is let go.