In the stillness beneath the silver veils, a world woven in starlit whispers sleeps. The dreams unfurl upon the crystal surface, rippling echoes of a ghostly lullaby.
Listen: the waters hum a song once forgotten, a serenade for wandering souls. Here, where hushed twilight meets dawn's yearning light, the lake holds stories untold.
Beneath the tranquil veneer lies an ancient sigh; a tapestry of memories intertwining with shadow. Observers gather in hushed reverence, their eyes mirrors reflecting the murmur of time.
And so we watch, from the edge of this ethereal realm, as stars bleed into dawn. Here lies the boundary, the veil between what is lived and the dreams yet to be awakened.
Should you wish to linger longer, into the silver mist, follow the echoes here: Echoes from the Waters or perhaps find solace in the Silence of Dreams.