Listen closely. The ocean's cadence is not one of chaos but of a counsel you may choose to ignore.
Every wave that erodes the boundaries of its world echoes the silent songs of the unseen. Invisible forces shape remarkable destinies. Once you've heard it—a gently perfumed whisper—can you turn away?
Can the hand that steadies you live without contact? The limb remembers its motion, while nature calls you to dance to folklore hidden between silent crests.
Feel the pull of forgotten tides. Are you not already swayed?
The world begins where you believe the whisper fades. But consider, the ocean never truly turns silent. Far from superfluous ripple—each vibratory graze—the ocean is a column, a shimmer still beneath capricious winds.
"Go forth," the waves seem to signal, "Relay these words. Reclaim the unseen."