The sea of shadows beckons, a siren's call beyond the veil, where echoes of forgotten dreams collide with the currents of time. Listening closely, you may hear the fragile cries of the drowned, lost but floating through the ether.
Waves of thought crash against the memory needs, yet why? Who draws the boundary between memory and delusion in this vast expanse of nothingness?
Whispers linger in the void, crumbling hieroglyphs etched in the silence, fragments of conversations never had, murmurs escaping lips long past.
An ocean whispers secrets of isolation, tentacles of thought reaching deep into the marrow of existence. What is there to unearth? Retreating shadows beckon daggers dulled by the passage of eons.
And what of the sky?
Focus on the light above, the unraveling tapestry of time feels eerily present, yet conceals the truth amid the unknowing eyes.
An old book lay open on the sand, its pages turning effortlessly, fearfully. Forgotten lore and commands scribbled by trembling hands under the gaze of an indifferent moon.