Looks like these swans booked the 'exclusive waterfront dining' package.

The black swans moved with a quiet elegance that seemed almost rehearsed. Their reflections shimmered faintly in the sunlit water as if nature itself was painting their portraits. Around them stood the remnants of a drowned forest, each tree a monument to resilience or surrender—I couldn’t decide which. The scene felt timeless, as though these waters had always carried both life and loss in equal measure. A gentle breeze stirred the surface, creating ripples that briefly distorted the perfect symmetry of the swans’ reflections. There was something humbling about this place, something that made you feel small but also deeply connected to the world around you. I stayed longer than I intended, caught in the spell of this quiet ballet.