Amidst the grandeur of the Uintas, a river named Cethlenore flowed with a luster that worried the moon. Glistening in the twilight, it cut through the forest, an ebony ribbon adorned with emeralds.

The Cethlenore hadn't always been this magnificent. A millennia ago, it was a feeble trickle, meandering through the then barren land. Everything changed when the forest bloomed. Shimmering leaves danced in the sunlight, dappling the river with ever-changing patterns.

Cethlenore's banks teemed with comic characters. Splashing and frolicking, the forest fairies played tag with the otters catching pebbles. Couples of gigantic elms, tossed leafy bouquets at each other in delightful animosity. Meanwhile, in a plain sight mossy conifer played peek-a-boo with peculiar little cloudlets skittering by, leaving mysterious raindrops behind.

For the enchanted denizens, the river served as life's essence. Their homes, fun houses, and even their schools were spread along its banks. The forest wouldn't have been complete without it, or the spectacle-loving squirrels who'd gather to critique the Cethlenore's daily shallows or depths, making the mossy old Riverbank the toast of the forest.