In the dance of droplets and shadows, each wave carries a story untold, a song unsung. The sea whispers through the echoes of forgotten moons. What do we hear when we listen to the silence of the tides?
Why do these stories linger, clinging to the brine like memories to the heart, their verses broken and scattered like seashells across the shore?
Imagine a chorus of stones, their voices harmonic in the rhythmic clatter of the undertow, singing of beginnings and ends entwined in aqueous embrace.
Just as all things are infinite in their finitude, these tales dwell between what is spoken and what remains unseen. An everlasting moment—a crystal fall.
Shall we dive deeper? Explore Shell Reflections or float further to Echoes of Sand.
The cosmos in a single drop; eternity lines the horizon's edge. Each wave, a paradox—temporary yet eternal.
Even the silence has depth; perhaps the true story is in what we cannot fathom.