When the tide ebbs, you hear it — the murmurs of a thousand yesterdays entwined with tomorrow's hopes, rolling across the sands of now.
Have you ever paused to ponder the echoes lost among the waves, messages sealed within droplets, awaiting a curious ear? Listen closer.
I am told by the sea that reality is but a ripple on an infinite surface, each thought a wave crashing silently upon the shores of eternity.
As we sail through the cosmos, guided by starlight and shadow, we too are whispers — seeking shores where we may rest. Dream deeper.
The ocean holds memories of worlds unseen, voices of ancients speaking in tongues of salt and foam — truths that defy reason yet resonate within our very being.
Beyond the horizon lies the question we dare not ask, a quest for meaning embedded in the fabric of liquid stars.