The sky hung low that day, casting a pallid hue over the tranquil surface. Sophia walked by absent-mindedly,
fingers brushing along the threadbare edges of her thoughts. It was always here, the spot where memories
glistened like dew on cobwebs, fleeting and ethereal. She remembered, or perhaps she forgot, the laughter
echoing from somewhere beyond the woods. Too sweet, too jarring.
The water rippled, oscillating between reality and some bitter dream she couldn't grasp entirely.
Once, she thought she saw...
The breeze whispered secrets, ones she felt tethered to. With each gust, unraveling her tightly woven past. In this reflection, she might find fragments of worlds unexplored, paths not taken. Was that a shadow? Or perhaps just a trick of the light dancing mischievously over her simmering consciousness...
Sophia came closer to kneel by the edge. The cold grasping hands of curiosity pulling her forward.
A silhouette began to form, indistinct and vague, reminiscent of a forgotten friend maybe...
or an enemy?