You ever sit by a calm lake and just wonder what might be lurking beneath? Me too. It's like the depths have stories to tell, but in an indecipherable way. Take the shadows, for instance. Sometimes they seem to stretch infinitely, pulling inwards, folding in a manner that you'd think they are caught in a dance with their own mirrors. Odd, isn't it?
And those figures—you catch a glimpse at the corner of your eye, but blink, and poof, gone like they were never there. Mysterious watchers, they seem to say, "Stay curious." They have this way of leading you on a chase through patterns, almost fractal, repeating but never the same. It's a little like when you lose yourself in thought while making pasta.
Speaking of reflections, have you noticed how they can twist truth? I mean, depending on how deep you dive, you might pull up something entirely unexpected: treasure, or maybe, something shadowy. Looks like the kind of thing you'd want to maybe poke at, or perhaps just nod knowingly and turn back.