Drawn lines between two worlds linger in whispers, their echoes caught within the delicate curve of a seashell. Magnificent crescendos dance where confluences meet, their halos spinning in an unseen embrace. A symphony of warmth blankets the hollow. Are you present, within this tempo?
Listen closer, and all becomes vivid; an array of glistening tales beneath the surface. Paths converged—links unwoven; the sand beneath unperturbed yet fervently alive. Something waits beyond shores.
Worlds woven into stories, stitched deeply within ear's tender fold. Do you dare to part the silence? To read the xhrdom of echo's tongue? The tides, they whisper.