The tide whispers secrets of infinity, when the stars align in shadow's embrace.
Where waves crash silently upon the shores of the universe, the echoes of thought
linger, waiting for hearts to listen. Dreams float in the sea of time, unraveling,
like threads of a tapestry woven by the hands of the unseen.
Lost in the cosmos, we become the waves, philosophers adrift.

In this realm, the echoes are not sounds but words, forming sentences that feel
like memories from another life. Touch the ripple of existence here: Silent Track.
Or perhaps, wander away in search of stars with:
Outrageous Sky.