Calm. Ephemeral. Full to the top, with ideas. Hopes. Thoughts — dared to think them. Perceptions.

Water. Its swooshing sound. Rarely any light. The yellow castle lights on the other side, they mirror as schemes within the restless surface of the river, subjected to permanent change. Their golden rays seemingly bundle to form a bridge. An invitation to believe and walk on the water.

Yet, just moments later, this bridge will disappear into the changes of reflection, as if it would never have been there. Flickering stripes on the water, they tell a tumbling melody of the lost. Monochrome and yet diverse is the canvas that describes itself. Where does the journey lead to?

Most importantly: Why?
Just why.
Faint and silence come up.