I am the whisper in the rolling tide, the pulse under the cresting waves. It was here, in the echo of the ocean's heartbeat, that I found my place, suspended between the world above and the unfathomable depths below.
Days drifted into nights, and nights into a deeper night, blended by the liquid dance of moonlit waters. In the symphony of the tidal pull, I wandered, searching for strands of a forgotten melody, piecing together a song that once was mine.
Do you hear it? The crescendo of waves crashing against the shore, each note a reminder of what was lost. I followed the rhythm, a ghostly mariner navigating the currents of time and memory. Through the tears of the sea, I sought solace, lost yet anchored by the tide's embrace.
And then you came, a fleeting silhouette on the horizon, drawn by the same song. Together we drifted, bound by an unspoken understanding, seeking whispers of forgotten shores. But the tide is relentless, and the dawn breaks with the promise of solitude once more.
Perhaps in another life, another tidal turn, we shall meet again. Until then, I remain adrift, the lost soul of the symphony.
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