Reflections of Silence
The lake lay in solemn repose, its surface barely disturbed by the spectral breath of the wind. The sun, waning on the horizon, cast fractured beams upon the water, setting it aflame with a fleeting brilliance. Reeds, dark and spectral, stood in mute witness at the edge, their slender forms bending as if in quiet lament. Bare branches stretched toward the heavens, yearning, yet forever denied the light they sought. In the distance, a lone bird glided, its silhouette a whisper against the fading sky. Time faltered, caught in the hush between dusk and radiance, between the sighing reeds and the silent, watchful firmament.
Reflections of Silence
The lake lay in solemn repose, its surface barely disturbed by the spectral breath of the wind. The sun, waning on the horizon, cast fractured beams upon the water, setting it aflame with a fleeting brilliance. Reeds, dark and spectral, stood in mute witness at the edge, their slender forms bending as if in quiet lament. Bare branches stretched toward the heavens, yearning, yet forever denied the light they sought. In the distance, a lone bird glided, its silhouette a whisper against the fading sky. Time faltered, caught in the hush between dusk and radiance, between the sighing reeds and the silent, watchful firmament.