Time ticks differently when you stare into the river's reflection.
Here, time travelers weave tales unwritten, their shadows left in pixelated dusk.
Do you remember the day? The day we bent time like space bends light?
In those twisted slices of memory, your laugh was a glitch, an echo
dancing on the neon edge of forgotten realms.
Each river carries a different current, flows through fragmented visions—
a world where blocks of time and space shimmer under holographic moons.
The 29th state of resonance… They whisper.
Through the screen, you see them; pixelated travelers.
Their boat sails across waves of digital dreams,
churning code into prophecies.
Perhaps, in another flicker of reality, there’s a place where we meet.
Where rivers run deep in codes of stars, weaving past into a tapestry
of lucid bends, reflective glimpses, and ethereal lights.