River
The woman couldn't contain her joy at the discovery—a river, steady and strong, its waters flowing. After drinking her fill, she continued down the path, peering into its depths every so often, a beat-up but sturdy pan at the ready in case treasures flowed as well.
Against all odds, she hit pay dirt. Flecks of gold sparkling in the sun caught her attention, and she carefully reached down to appraise her bounty.
It wasn't much—barely specks, nothing like the rich rivers of gold veins in the stories. But it was enough, she knew, for a ticket to Hadestown, and surely the King of the Dead would be pleased that some of his wealth made it back to him.