Did you hear it?
The whispers echoing through still waters - a clandestine meeting.
They know your name.
Disconnected thoughts drift, like debris.
Where do they go at night?
Mirrored reflections lie, shifting, peeling back the veil.
Modern conspiracies entwined in threads of silence.
Memories submerged in dark currents
What do you hear behind your back, when you turn?