A square, bold and deep, floats amid a sea of whispers,Its edges crisp, its presence a stillness in motion,Around it, a swirl of soft blues and violets,An abstract dance of fluidity, like a breath held under water,It is as though the square watches the dream unfold,While the dream, too, watches the square,A balance between certainty and the unknown,A moment suspended, neither sinking nor rising,Here, space flows like water, and color holds its breath,In this delicate tension, the world feels both distant and near,As the edges of time and form dissolve into a quiet hush.