Close your eyes...
let the crimson waves wrap around your soul.
Beneath their tumultuous dance lies...
something ancient. Serenity found deep in chaos; the universe conversing in rippling silence.
Have you ever listened to these stories?
Tales formulate beneath the pulse of water—
Ether distilled into moments of forgotten truth.

The wave speaks in whispers.
As a traveler, trails in sand mark those
who listen. Expectation breeds understanding,
yet knowledge drifts like sea foam. Perception,
a mirage of realization once deep in slumber.
These transitions, unnoticed...
from dune to sea floors washed by crimson twilight.