There was a time, not lost but hidden, when the waters whispered secrets to those who dared listen. Beneath the surf, stories lay dormant, waiting to rise like bubbles to the surface, fleeting and ephemeral.
Once, a fisherman pulled up nets tangled with dreams—ethereal threads woven into the very fabric of the lake’s depths. "What dreams may come," he mused, "if only we dared to unravel them." In that moment, light broke among the waves, casting shadows that danced like ghosts.
Time is a circle here, never linear, always looping back upon itself. The sun casts fleeting reflections, and in those glimmers, the past meets the present—in a silent embrace. Lagoona knows these eternal tales.
She was a guardian, the spirit of the lake, watching as lives intertwined with the currents. Her song echoed through the reeds, a melody of memories half-remembered, half-forgotten. She vowed to keep them safe, hidden within the layers of the lagoona.
Do you dare dive deeper? Explore Further.
Or float on the surface with us. Stay Awhile.