"In the reflectionless lake, my thoughts became echo"
Do you hear it? Gently coursing through vines, a song carried far away...

Chaos and order, intertwined.
One whispers secrets of the void, another embraces form. Endless weavings
The past is a sibling of shadows,

Resonance of existence breathe in the hollow warmth...
Each echo, paints reality in its temporality

Locked inside yet extending beyond: complexities lay in whispers.