The river flows, yet it never changes. What flickers within its depths shall be revealed at twilight.
Shadows of dreams linger long after the sun's ascent, whispering secrets of paths untaken.
Follow the compass that points not north, but to the core of your silent labyrinth.
In the mirror of forgotten seas, reflections of a stranger wave.
Calm the storm within, or lose the lighthouse of memory.
A breath, a wave, and time loses its grip upon the shore.