Sleepwalking Through the Ages I

A frozen moment unfolds by the water’s edge, where tiny figures appear as mythic guardians of ageless beauty. Shadows dance between the figures and their reflections, capturing a timelessness akin to fairytales—where reality bends to dreams. As Thoreau mused, “Only that day dawns to which we are awake.” Here, we drift on the edge of consciousness, an invitation to pause, reflect, and sink into the silent poetry of the scene.