At the edge of the crossroads, the air carries stories untold, weaving through the leaves that dance in the twilight. Do you hear them? The whispers, soft as a lover's sigh and deep as the ocean's heart, echoing through the shallows.
Here, the past lingers like morning fog, wrapping around your thoughts, hinting at choices made and paths untaken. Take a moment. Breathe in the whispers. They speak of journeys, of roads you’ve wandered and others yet to explore.
See the fish glimmering beneath the surface? Their scales catch the light—fleeting, ethereal. Just like moments in time, slipping away before you can grasp them fully. And yet, they linger in the depths, waiting for the right whisper to guide them.