Have you ever contemplated what lies beneath the tranquil surface? The hidden rush of water, the silent strength, unseen from above?
"When you peer into a well, it’s not only your face you see, but also the questions left unspoken."
Each visit to the well promises an echo, but there remain shadows within which your own reverberations fade out. And yet, perhaps that's where beauty lies — in the echoes that never were, and the reflections that marbled oneself in odd glares.
Nausicaa whispered worriedly: "If I lean in closer, do I risk losing myself in the depths? audienced by the dry-bindered pages of old sagas.
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