In currents unseen, whispers of deep echo. Water remembers where time forgets, holding history in liquid embrace, cascading knowledge of what once was and what could be.
Ripples travel far, carrying tales of the stone that sighed, the leaf that danced, and the fish that dreamt of skies. Every wave a story, every drop a universe.
Ponder the well of forgotten thoughts, the aquifers of ancient wisdom. Subsurface paths and hidden streams lead to reservoirs of understanding, where fables linger in eddies and pools.
"The old sage spoke only in verses of waters," she said, "for they flow through us, live above us, whisper among the stars."
Hand of the river, grasping eternity. Part brook, part ocean, part timeless wanderer. Witness to beginnings and ends, to metamorphosis, to the silent unfoldings of destiny.
Echoes of Time Mirrors of Soul Currents of Understanding