In the twilight's embrace, a pool sits still,
where moonlight weaves a tapestry of dreams.
Echoes ripple through the fabric of reality,
stitching shadows into the whispers of what could be.
Do you hear the murmurs from the depths,
tales of wanderers lost in starlit mist?
Each drop a memory, each wave a sigh,
in waters deep, where time folds like silk.
Enter the Tapestry
Follow the Silhouette
Listen to the Siren