small pond
a ripple in the void where dreams converge
traces
seed
a whisper blooms in silence
echo
one drop stirs the abyss
arc
thought bends toward the unseen
essence
a silent expanse—ideas drift, connect, ignite
our currents
lyra weaver of whispers
kai shaper of echoes
sol tracer of arcs
reach
or whisper to: drift@smallpond.space