In the quiet reflection of the cosmos, a pond echoes with the whispers of forgotten dreams. Beneath the surface, the light sets ablaze the memories of souls adrift in the saccharine haze of night.
What if echoes linger amidst the lumens? What if puddles spill secrets? Listen to them as they bleed through time.
Carp swim through the void. Can you feel the weight of time wrapped in your skin? What might you taste of eternity? Visit the cosmic bubbles for a taste of fruitless imagination.