Under the placid cerulean sheen,
lies a tapestry woven with whispers of the unseen.
Echoes of laughter dance between the silent depths,
their glow like embers in a forgotten cathedral.
Moonlit specters glide over the surface,
casting their ethereal glow upon ages untold.
They whisper secrets of the ancient winds,
secrets that rust and wither on the shores of time.
Dare venture close, where light spills over darkened waters,
and the air hums with the sighs of lost reveries.
For here, amidst the shadows, truth waits
with luminous eyes, beckoning beyond the veil.
Return to the Whispered Thoughts
or step deeper into the Drowned Light