Prompt
There is no one to be seen, Joseph Steven Marshall is nowhere at all to be seen, As you follow the enchanting sounds of rushing water, you push through the tall grass and enter the forest grove, the sound of cascading water growing louder with each step. You navigate through the trees and shrubs until you arrive at the source—a crystal-clear stream of white rapids flowing over multiple tiers of waterfalls. Each waterfall creates its own unique pitch, blending together in a harmonious chorus of nature's song. The atmosphere is tranquil, filled with the smooth, flowing sounds of rushing water. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy above, illuminating patches of emerald moss and casting misty vapors around the forest floor. You walk closer to one of the pools beneath a waterfall, observing how the water blurs your reflection on its surface. There's a profound sense of magic and mystery in the air, captivating your emotions and senses. Yet, amidst this beauty, you feel a subtle pang