Silent Oarsmen

In the quiet embrace of the river, five souls row in unison, their oars slicing through the water like whispers of time. Their faces, serene yet resolute, reflect the weight of their journey. The white garments they wear are not merely clothing but a symbol of purity and purpose. The wooden boat, sturdy and ancient, carries them through the unknown, a vessel of hope and determination. Each stroke of the oar is a testament to their unity, a rhythm that echoes the heartbeat of the earth. They are not just rowers; they are the architects of their own destiny, navigating the currents of life with grace and resolve. In their journey, we see our own, for we too are oarsmen, steering our boats through the vast ocean of existence.