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seiches
The lake breathes in and out—
an ancient rhythm, unseen,
hidden beneath mirrored stillness.
Wind whispers across its glassy skin,
pressing, coaxing, shaping the waves.
The basin awakens;
water slides forward, recoils,
a pulse against the boundaries of earth.
No storm, no flood—
just the restless motion,
the silent pull of tides within
the heart of this enclosed world.
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