I go to the river, so dark, quiet.              
                   silent, apart from the flowing element, integral to life.  
I return with irreplaceable images, traces of what once was,     
         Invisible and not entirely present.
    My memories are foggy, ghostly.                      
                      You’re in a magical place, but the shadows of the past linger. 
                                      You are submerged, but your ripples remain.