It’s actually a test..
There was a time in the summer when the evenings seemed endless. The air was warm, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the soft hum of bees returning to their hives. Somewhere between the fading golden light and the first stars, silence would fall over the fields — not an empty silence, but one that felt full, as if the earth itself was breathing.
On one of those evenings, by the edge of a quiet lake, a figure sat with bare feet in the water. He was waiting for something — or perhaps for nothing at all. The ripples spread gently, catching the reflections of the sky, and it was impossible to tell where water ended and night began.
And then…
