Listen: beneath the roar of day's clamor, beyond the broiling ephemera floats a steady whisper—... the ancient tide hums a forgotten tune. Composed not of notes, but of silences held, like pearls strewn across the ocean floor.
Memories unfurl akin to oceanic breaths, each current seeping into the depths of kinship and solitude, threading silence into symphonies. An exquisite cacophony of absence yet presence, an eternal dance of rising to shore and retreating in embrace.