Stillness wrapped around her like seaweed, soft and slow. Beneath her calm surface, a quiet rhythm pulsed — ancient, fluid, unspoken. She wasn't drifting; she was listening. To herself. To the water. To everything in between.
Stillness wrapped around her like seaweed, soft and slow. Beneath her calm surface, a quiet rhythm pulsed — ancient, fluid, unspoken. She wasn't drifting; she was listening. To herself. To the water. To everything in between.