To see the unseen ripple, one must listen beneath the water's march.
In the murmur of still waters, where echoes seldom tread, lies the essence of ripples. Count the silent waves, for they are the whispers of motion.
Step gently upon these fragments, feel as phantoms would—understand the echo before its birth, the silent teacher beneath each swell.
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