Beneath the ice, where silence sleeps,

A world unseen in shadows deep.

The cold, it guards a sacred tide,

A secret vast, where dreams reside.

Through crystal walls, the whispers flow,

A pulse of life where none should grow.

In the stillness, the waters sing,

Of unseen worlds and endless springs.

Oh, depths unknown, so vast, so near,

A cradle of secrets, serene and clear.

In your waves, a spark may gleam,

A quiet echo of the ancient dream.

The frost conceals a liquid flame,

A place untouched by time or name.

Its waves may hold what stars forget,

A boundless realm, a silhouette.

Through crystal walls, the whispers flow,

A pulse of life where none should grow.

In the stillness, the waters sing,

Of unseen worlds and endless springs.

Oh, depths unknown, so vast, so near,

A cradle of secrets, serene and clear.

In your waves, a spark may gleam,

A quiet echo of the ancient dream.

Beneath the veil, the currents turn,

A timeless hymn, a light that burns.

Each drop a story, each wave a call,

A universe within, yet beyond it all.

Oh, depths unknown, so vast, so near,

A cradle of secrets, serene and clear.

In your waves, a spark may gleam,

A quiet echo of the ancient dream.