The wind whispers secrets that the ocean beneath dares not hold.
Is a wave lost among its kin, or does it find solace in its endless journey?
Beyond the horizon, where the sun dips and dreams swell, lies a forgotten truth.
Each crest is a rise, a peak of forgotten desires whispered between the selachs' wild dance.
In the undertow: ceaseless whispers of what we were, lingering reminders of what we become.
Shadowed Tidelines