In the quiet where echoes linger, shadows weave tales of forgotten movements. Each ripple, a memory lost to time, reflects a whisper of who we were. The water undulates under the moon’s gentle gaze, revealing secrets spoken by those who walk in paths unseen.
We are fragments drifting on the surface, each a story untold, of desires and dreams submerged beneath the calm. Listen closely, for the shadows speak in silence, murmuring the truths we dare not acknowledge.