Rivers, paradoxically, are both linear and cyclical in their tales,
winding through valleys like a poet lost in thought.
Ever drifting toward the ocean, the inevitable embrace of the sea,
where all tributaries confess their forgotten dreams.
"In miniature, a river mirrors life itself,
flowing freely until it snags on the stones of modernity."
— Anonymous river whisperer.
Once thought to be the lifeblood of civilizations,
now merely a backdrop for selfies and existential crises.
Navigate through the meanders of existential geography:
Buried Waters |
Stream Reflections |
Shadows of the Flowing Past