Across the horizon, the waves script messages only meant for those who listen with intent—the kind of messages that the relentless rhythm of the tide carries, replete with wisdom drowned in whispers.

How often do we find ourselves at the cusp of these revelations? Just as the cloud veils the sun, our lives often cloak the truths we seek, hiding them in plain sight.

The tide pulls, reflecting the moon's silent call. With each pull inward and each push outward, the sea draws stories from the deep—stories of journeys taken, the anchors we cast, and the drifting boats that remind us of our transient nature.

Underneath the cresting foam, echoes the same pulse that thrums through our veins. In this moment, we are like the clouds themselves, suspended in a dance of light and shadow.

What do you seek beyond these waves? More clouds or a path to the sun? Follow the echo