In the vastness where sand meets water, a whisper rolls over the horizon. Each crest and trough a dialogue with the aeons, reflecting the moons' silent guide. Here is where thoughts deepen—a contemplation etched like ancient carvings in stone.

What is it that the sea knows that we do not? As tides script through silk curtains of night, our minds drift parallel, seeking shores unknown. The myriad echoes resonate a stark truth—time embraces all, crafting patience from stardust.