Shallow Waters
This dream is shaped by the symphony of crickets in the mourning of the night. While the full moon was illuminating the sky, the clouds began to move away out of respect. This lake, once conquered by an old boat stuck at the bottom of shallow waters, is now covered in mud. The reeds are no longer as lively as they used to be, the ducks are not around, something has disappeared here, the spirit of something has been lost. Perhaps this is the curse of shallow waters, just as dense souls will one day be.
