The river has a voice, a faint echo drifting through forgotten dreams, where shadows dance in the wake of silent murmurs... do you hear it?
Beneath skin, beneath thought, the rhythm of a whisper, like a heartbeat waiting to be heard, longing in each breath.
The world outside fades, a wheel spinning in obscurity... here, the edges blur, and time drips like honey.
And somewhere, beneath the conscious surface, a click, a spark... where do you seek solace in the waning light?