Whispers of the Lake

In the hush of verdant twilight, a whisper echoed — bearing tales suspended in metaphysical amber. The moon held her breath, caught between the reflected silence and the rippled unknowing.

Have you heard the murmurs under the starlite frock? They reverberate through the depths of earthen violets. Neither of time nor of here, they spiral into the nowhere.

Listen, listen closely, for the crickets chant the language of forgotten winds, and the ashen leaves dance in understanding. A voice, stitched with the essence of twilight's lull, softly invites you to wander beyond.

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