In the land of mundane wonder, where dreams and reality play hide and seek, children walked the banks of the Stasis Stream. It babbled softly, its voice like an eternal lullaby, weaving stories untold.
"What does it say?" asked the youngest, eyes as wide as the moon. "Secrets," replied the eldest, "secrets that wish to be forgotten, and some that wish to be known."
The stream flows on, oblivious to the curiosity of those who gaze into its depths. And beneath the water's gentle surface, shadows dance, playful yet daunting.
Will you dare to speak to what lies within? Reflections tell stories, whispers keep secrets. Choose wisely, for the current knows not what the feet wish.
The stream asks questions to which it knows the answers. Open a door, peer beyond.