The Water Temple hums with quiet resonance, its walls carved from smooth stone shaped by centuries of currents. Mist curls along the floor, glowing with soft aether light. Travelers enter here seeking clarity, patience, and truth. This temple was carved not by force, but by patience.
Before you lies a still pool β a mirror of memory. It reflects not only your form, but the stories you carry and the echoes that shaped you.
To pass this trial, you do not need strength or perfect words. You need only the courage to let things grow quiet β and to remember what the waters have already shown you.