The water whispered secrets, old and unwritten,
as the sky descended into its own mirrored depths.
Each stroke through the liquid silence
fragmented the air into a thousand forgotten songs.
Beneath the surface, I found clocks without hands,
ticking in reverse and unwinding stories
of worlds where night had never fallen,
and time had lost the will to breathe.
Pools of entropy swirl,
painting the decay of forgotten voices
that echo silently with truths
too loud for the waking world.