In the residual whispers of yesterday's rain, a melody of forgotten dreams hovers. A prism refracting solitude, binding time in liquid bonds.
The shadows speak in colors unseen, a cavern of echoes where light dances on the edges of sleeping thoughts. Solstice winds carry remnants of forgotten lullabies.
Touch the ethereal veil, where silence breaks the surface of night. Listen to the whispers as they weave stories of what lies beyond the subaqueous mirror.
Wander deeper into the labyrinth of your mind, where the shores meet the horizons of tranquility. Seek the whispers or follow the ripple patterns.