Whispers of the current echo sleep's secret,
A tapestry woven from shimmering threads of twilight,
Each ripple invites a glimpse into the depths of murky riddles.
Here, time unfolds like an origami crane,
Glimmers of thought suspended, awaiting the touch.
Strange encounters haunt the banks where forgotten phantoms reside,
Lost in a fog that bends perception,
Where the daylight dances upon sinews of cool liquid dreams.
Boundless hues whisper akin to stars; celestial dawn melts into her arms.
A pool of resonance offering glimpses yet unknown,
Inviting the wanderer to reflect upon the persistent voyage.
Twisted Ripples