A layer of foam on the sea, reflecting the echoes of memories barely graspable, yet they whisper, "you have been here before".
The bubbles rise, sparkling like fleeting moments from a forgotten era, spiraling, breaking upon the surface, only to be followed by more.
"We are not alone in the sea," you think, as the froth dances in the sun, weaving shadows on the waves. Beneath lies a world obscured from view, lurking just beyond reach.