The Eternal Lake

A mirror of water opens, calm and deep, welcoming colors like suspended veils. They drift gently, settling, blending into clear brightness, weaving a surface both fragile and endless. Each reflection becomes a passage to an unseen elsewhere, each spark a memory preserved in transparency. The lake keeps watch, silent and immutable, quiet guardian of the memory of winds and scattered dreams. It gathers what time abandons, holding it in untouched peace. Here, hours freeze and vanish, only to be transformed into beginnings again. The whole world seems to be reborn within its still embrace. This is the eternal lake, where the thirsty soul comes to drink of infinity. But is infinity found upon the surface of its mirror, or in the depth of the gaze that plunges into it?