A lone gull, silhouetted against the bruised sky, screeches its timeless lament. The postcards, upon the rickety table, flutter; ink whispers wind words unspoken, unraveling dreams of sand and sea.
Here lies the secret: once upon a mist, where horizons merge with the sea's sighs. Let your heart be the compass, guiding you through veils of rest and reverie.
These words, they linger; hovering shadows of twilight embrace the echoes of yesteryear's embrace. Do not forget the dreams lost in sunrise. Gaze into the Murmurs | Chase the Illusion