Drawn through the ages, silent and steady, where waves fade but ripples linger. Each direction a breath of those before, each crossing an echo of memory. Past and present blur in soft light. The journey spans beyond years, a path carved into history. Touched by those who have gone and those yet to come, a crossing as old as time itself. The water is thick with stories,
whispers layered in waves,
suspended between moments,
steady and unbroken, knowing we have been here, we will be.