As I gaze into the shimmering surface, I think of... The ripples distort my figure, reminding me that In this moment, my intentions seem as liquid as Touching the edges of understanding but never fully

It is here that I ponder the echoes of forgotten... Swallowed by time, unwritten words linger around Seeking a path, yet they stand at the threshold of...

A voice calls, yet it is indistinguishable from The chorus of possibilities swirling beneath the Reflection reveals what could be, what might have...