The tides were quiet, cradling the unseen as echoes of old dreams
floated like iridescent stars beneath the opaque skin of water. Every
subtle wave whispered in tongues.
In the darkness of the moonless sea, Anna heard voices— echoes of forgotten realms. They danced, circled her with luminescent grace, weaving stories of places lived in half-reality or perhaps never walked at all.
"Do you hear them too?" The question hung in the air, like a distant melody tracing breadcrumbs along the edges of conscious understanding.
Shadows beneath the surface began to writhe, forming shapes that shimmered just beyond comprehension. Their murmured symphonies did not seek answers, but rather resonated with the heartbeats of time itself.
Beyond the glistening confines of this watery threshold, truth was but an enigma—a flicker of neon caught in the transient lull of ghostly waves. Anna felt the seduction of the whispers; a siren's call swathed in enigma.
There were others, figures luminous against the sheer black, dancing the pas de deux of lives intertwined with shadows. Conversations spun around her like skeins of glowing silk—each thread a promise of somewhere never to be reached.