The sea whispered a question,
echoing through the rocky corridors of uncertainty.
In the solitude of night, when the world breathes softly, the decisions await their time.
Each moment, a grain of sand, slipping through fingers, shaping the shoreline of destiny.
Reflections by the water's edge,
tell tales of journeys untraveled and paths untaken.
Do the tides remember our footsteps, or do they wash them away?
Listen to the echoes, for they are the voices of choices past,
scripted by the relentless tide that erases and renews.