The Silent Passage

In the stillness of the water, three figures glide, their faces obscured, their presence serene. The gentle ripples on the surface mirror the folds of their robes, as if the very essence of the water has been woven into their being. The red sashes around their waists are like embers of a fire that burns within, a symbol of the passion and purpose that drives them forward. The oars, held in quiet reverence, are the instruments of their journey, carrying them through the realms of the unknown. As they move, the light dances around them, casting shadows that reveal and conceal, a constant interplay of truth and mystery. In their silence, they speak volumes of the human condition, of the quest for meaning and the passage through life's waters.