The sea breathed in deep, a forgotten lullaby echoing through the caverns of its own making. As it drew back, sand and salt traced patterns of ancient tongues, whispering stories from the whispers themselves. The truth was always hidden in the relentless rhythm of waves, a dance of embrace and departure.
The tide's tale spoke of midnight voices, shimmering reflections of a world unseen, where dreams and echoes intertwined like old friends reunited after lifetimes apart. The water held these stories close, carrying them across the winds until they became part of the sea's great symphony.
Once, a shell lay half-buried, holding within it the memory of a girl who danced on this very beach, her laughter mingling with the cries of seagulls. What has she become now, lost in time like grains of sand in the waiting sea? The tide knows, oh how it knows, but remains silent in its knowledge, letting only the soft, compelling roar of its waves speak.
Walk along the water's edge, and you will find fragments of these stories, woven into the fabric of the foamy crest, each whispering a truth wrapped in distortion, each echo a reflection of something deeper.
Listen to the echoes