Sometimes, it feels like the lake whispers secrets only you can hear, but if you blink, they're gone like wisps of fog in the morning sun. You know, those moments when you stare at your reflection and wonder if that's really you? Or just a stranger dressed in your skin?
Ever tried talking to a crystal? Not one of those fancy rock shops kind, but a real frozen droplet of water. They'll tell you things about the past you think you've forgotten. There's a certain kind of magic in distilled silence, isn't there?
"It's all about perspective," they say. But whose perspective are we really talking about? Your reflection shifts, maybe it's another version of you from an alternate universe giving a thumbs up or a frown.