As the waves licked the edge of consciousness, a voice more potent than thunder echoed in solitude. It was here, among the enigmatic shores, that clarity danced with shadows. The horizon whispered secrets, ancient yet embers of the unknown, sparkling beneath the sun's awakening gaze.
"To follow the tide or to wander the shores," I mused, "what interconnected path leads the soul back to its beginning?" Each step, intertwining with the sand, became a lingering memory in the endless vastness, woven into the tapestry of dreams.
Am I an echo of the sea, or does the sea echo me? Thoughts drift like clouds, processing the processor with ineffable layers shrouded in fog and revelation.