Once upon a whispering lake, a boy found ripples in the moonlight.
Their dance told stories of mermaids and pirates lost long before.
"Why do they ripple?" he asked the stars,
but they only twinkled their secret replies.
Days turned to nights, and his questions followed.
"What lies beneath?" he pondered, not knowing waves carry memories.
His dreams spoke of underground cities,
alive with echoes of laughter and ghosts of wishes unmade.