She sat at the edge of the pond, her toes sinking into the mud as she made a face in response. Her fingers traced the surface of the water, the ripples travelling to the middle as insects buzzed in the background. She pulled knees close to her chest and rested her chin on the bone.
The sky was gray, the clouds pulling and knitting tightly as it shadowed the land. The water was a dark blue, holding a mysterious aurora as secrets began to fold together beneath the waters. Plants moved against the soft wind, and with a snap of her fingers, sounds of a piano came across the lands. Every now and then, a stitch was broken in the clouds and a ray of light came shooting down across the dark waters, shadows moving away from the light as the water grew still once more.
Black swans began to glide into the pond, not giving their beautiful song to one another as if they knew the silence was far more greater than anything. They swam together, their movements in sync as if it was a ballet dance. They expanded their wings at one point, the dark feathers making them look majestic as their beaks were a firery red. They spoke silently towards each other, their necks extending as they whispered soft nothings. When the moment ended, they glided across the dark surface once more, ignoring the stranger at the edge that watched them quietly.
