In the resonance of mirrored tides, echoes form, twisting through dimensions unseen. A chorus of future now and past becomes, every droplet a narrative unwritten, coalescing, diverging, in harmonic disarray.
The stream flows not in time but in echoes, where crystalline voices find their rhythm, abstract and ethereal, sketching worlds within their lucid dance. The light is a witness, fragmented and whole.
Follow the currents to the shore, where tomorrow glistens under the gaze of forgotten stars. Or perhaps, the rustling of another realm calls you, where the stream's song is but a whisper in the tangled limbs of an ancient grove.