"In the twilight of my slumber, I heard her voice, soft as the tide brushing against the shore. She spoke of love lost to the waves, of hearts adrift, unseen."
A shadow passed over the moonlit sea—
"Do you remember the first night," he whispered, "beneath those stars that spun stories, only we could decipher?"
"A thousand oceans will not part me from you," she replied, her words echoing through the hollows of dreams.
The wind carried tales of forgotten places—
"Here in this boundless blue," he murmured, "the conundrums of our spirits find their answers."
Continue drifting to the cove or follow the whispers.