The whispers of an unseen current, coursing through realms of liquid glass—friends, lost in the latticework of signal and haze. What truths thread through these aqueous abysses? The eyes see only the surface, yet the soul senses what hides beneath.
In the reflection's dance, we find echoes of frozen laughter, moments that ripple away into distances unknown. Are they merely memories, trapped in the shimmer, or paths not taken, winding through unseen channels?
We often reach out, fingertips grazing this ethereal barrier, where words form in invisible waves, beckoning. The water, a friend, a mirror, a realm of forgotten beginnings and whispered ends—a realm of friends, unseen yet profoundly known.