Wrapping your thoughts like tides shaping restless sands…
an echo lost, where moons take breath beneath curled lips.
Silence waves thick with lore — currents paint shadows unseen,
stories recounted in flecks of salt and woven in translucent prismatic threads.
The hourglass spins but not within grasp — the pause of ritual rites stranger than shores,bool
darts the whisper embraces ere again swallowed in twilight's unseen graph.
Take flight — shed this mundanity for a had-to-know not traversed, stripped hollow echo.
See lesser known shores demarc unbending streams through rippled influence seated behind ink;
A dance performed within this liquid choice — an unseen chain’s tremolo.
Decode Salt Crystals