The moonlit surface quivers, the reflection of dreams, stretching and swallowing themselves whole.
A tide that ebbs not with water, but with thoughts unspoken and wishes unfelt.
Step lightly into the echoes here where light bends, and shadows whisper secrets of the past.
As the lanterns of the void flicker one by one, listen to the stories they wish to tell.
For as long as the cycles continue, search under the waves of time and see what light reveals.