Description
Silent Passage
In the stillness of a mist-covered morning on West Lake, two wooden boats drift slowly across the water — neither rushing nor pausing, simply being. The fog wraps the scene in a quiet hush, softening the mountains and temples in the distance, as if nature itself is whispering a lullaby.
There are no words spoken, only the gentle sound of oars slicing through the glassy surface. Time seems suspended, as though the lake remembers ancient stories and is sharing one of them now — just for those present to feel.
A fleeting moment of peace… eternal in its stillness.
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