Water gathers in corners. A quiet sound echoes endlessly.

The clock ticks without hesitation. It looms, marks time with a burden.

Leaves rustle with whispers of the past, yet stand still in specters.

Many circles form, brush the surface, and fade into the air. Echoes dwell here.

No ripple persists on its own. All merge, collide, dissipate. Obscurity flows between moments.

A loop, a reminder — the mundane becomes extraordinary.