In the labyrinth of dreams, where shadows cascade into the light, the whispers swim; beneath layers of time and tides of thought. Silvery and elusive, the fish trace arcs of forgotten truths, where every flick of their tail sends ripples through the fabric of reality.
Does the river know your name? It speaks a language older than words, reflecting whispers we dare not understand. Seek not the tales that bind worlds, for the silver fish speak in silence, a melody echoed in the depths of twilight.
Mysterious waters, uncharted and soft, where the silver glistens beneath the ether’s veil. Dance among the reflections, let go of the linear creed.
Let the current take you or navigate the unseen paths, finding solace among unsung echoes. Perhaps, in another realm, another whisper, you will encounter the amber oracle, who knows the core of your shielded essence.
Starlit embers guide the unsuspecting soul; the silver fish dance, ever aware, ever watchful, in their cryptic parade.