Half beneath, half above, adrift in the quiet pull of time. The water hums in whispered echoes, thoughts ripple, sink, then climb. Light reaches in, tender and slow, painting warmth on liquid skin. Yet shadows linger, softly woven, where the silence pulls within. Between the weight of the world and the hush of an endless dream, she floats, neither lost nor found, just resting where the stillness gleams.