Amidst the fog, where reflections falter—where water, echoing whispers, become paths untrodden—
Beyond the quiet hum of lingering dreams, lies the shadowed inlet.
It spoke of forgotten maps, erased names, in fleeting sentences..
Time's tethered rhythm pulses erratic, splintered as the waves echo.
vague paths shadowed by the past—a murmured history that clings to the mist.