The glassy surface ripples.
In silence, whispers of forgotten echoes.
Abyss stares back.
In the stillness, a fleeting shadow.
Ripples, a story untold.
Time pauses, yet it flows endlessly.
Echoes of that which never was.
Between the lines, reality breathes.
Illusions dance in twilight.
Between the true and the false.
A whisper in the dark.
The horizon blurs, where dreams meet.