Have you ever listened closely to a seashell? You'd think it's just an ordinary piece of the ocean's jewelry, right? But hold it by your ear and wham, it becomes a portal. A whirlwind of memories echoing through the winds.
Just yesterday, while wandering the shore—barefoot and too curious for my own good—I stumbled upon a shell. Not just any shell but one that resonated with a kind of truth wrapped in salt and mystery. I held it to my ear, and you know what it whispered? It said, "The wind carries tales of forgotten skies."
Between the howls of the sand and the rhythm of the waves, I could almost see the skies weaving stories of thunderous joy and poignant sorrow. Like a blanket of memories settling gently over restless dreams.
It's funny how something so simple can evoke such whirlwinds within you. Much like how reading this—my jumble of thoughts—might take you on your own journey, spinning you around like a top until you find a new horizon.
Sunrise Whisper | Tidal Roar