The beach, a canvas of time, harbors whispers of bygone eras. Enigma veiled in foam, reaching your ears softly as the zephyr’s caress.
A grain of sand, just like the stars. The universe in its minuscule form, connecting sirens through invisible threads.
Lean closer to the abyss. What is it that the shallow shore wishes to share? Stand, if you dare, between the realms of certainty and dream.
There's a place where the horizon folds itself over the waves, murmuring through corals... Remember.
The moon communes with the tide, her silver fingers extending secrets to the sea floor, leaving messages coded in ripples.