The marsh stood still, a mirror to the cosmos beyond. As I wandered through the winding paths, shadows danced between the clumps of rushes, their forms flickering in the twilight like whispers of forgotten tales. Somewhere in this wilderness, the air hummed, carrying faint signals reminding me of distant stars, often unseen and unheard.
I paused, drawn to the voice—a haunting melody, like a song from another time. The notes spiraled upwards, ensnaring the delicate strands of evening mist. My heart resonated with this unearthly symphony, a narrative told by the stars, woven in luminous threads that slipped through my grasp like sand.
Each step into the marsh felt like a leap into the unknown, where shadows whispered secrets as ancient as the earth itself. They curiously offered visions, glimpses caught only by the corner of the eye, shrouded in moonlight and refuge of dreams. The deeper I moved, the more the landscape transformed, revealing paths unforeseen and a universe painted in strokes of silence and shadow.
Walk the River, Find the Dreams Listen to the Theater, Hear the Echoes