Do Lago

There is a pond, still and quiet, where the surface bathes in light yet the depths remain unseen. The water holds its own weight, and beneath it, a slow, uncertain image begins to form. The sky above appears in reflection, unreachable yet always near. This is not a place apart from the world, but one shaped quietly within it, where growth happens without force. It offers no threshold, no welcome, and yet something in it holds: A sanctuary, not to be entered but to be recognised.