Suspended Reflections

Beneath the surface, thoughts ripple, weaving into the fabric of time.
Waves whisper, secrets only understood by the moon.
Voices carried by currents, fading, echoing, eternal.

"Have you ever seen the world in fragments?" she asked, her voice like horizon lines, soft yet distant.
I nodded, staring into the depths—realms of possibility submerged, waiting to resurface.
The tides hold memories—forgotten, abandoned, yet somehow known.

Driftwood dreams float by, each holding a story untold, held by the sea's gentle embrace.
Here, in this suspended reflection, reality breathes, pulsing with the rhythm of the cosmos.

Follow the call: inner-maze
Or dive deeper: deeper-tides
Or perhaps escape to the whispered secrets of forgotten realms.