In the gentle flow, a whisper speaks:
A story untold, a truth unseen.
In emerald depths, the echoes of forgotten dreams ripple
A sailer lost in twilight dances, chasing shadows beneath the moon.
Histories wade in silent contemplation,
Voices entwined in the symphony of stars.
Time folds, a tapestry woven in whispers,
Echoes into eternity—a horizon only the brave dare touch.
The river flows and we flow with it,
forgotten by none, remembered by all,
the paths and layers unfolding before us.