Flamingo Lake

A place where love pauses time.

Short Story:
At sunset, the lake remembers every promise ever whispered to it.
Two flamingos stand not to mirror one another—but to choose one another.
Petals drift like soft confessions, and the water holds their reflections gently, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

Here, love is not loud.
It glows.
It waits.
It stays.

Quote:
“Some souls meet not to rush forward, but to stand still—together.” 💗✨