That’s exactly how I see it—like a still screen in a dark room, only the quiet clicks of your own breath disturb the reflection. The lake becomes a portal, a place where the mind can drift without judgment, and the calm surface invites you to let go of the noise. If you stare long enough, the shoreline blurs and you find yourself standing in your own memories, as if the water is mapping your hidden pathways. Just remember to look for the ripples that start small; those can be the clues you need to navigate deeper.