Among whispers of the brine, the enigma of echoes beckon from the abyss. Introspection swims in circles, fueled by a mystic tide. Yet in this silent symphony, who listens to the songs of shadows?
Each wave - a question unanswered, stretching to horizons unseen. Embrace the solitude of microcosmic worlds, narratives found deep, fragmentary, like seafloors littered with thoughts, forgotten starfish casting wishes on sand.
Horizons fade, illuminated by twilight: reflections from a cosmic shore blend with the salted currents. We are all sailors on ephemeral streams, adrift in the echoes of truth.