There are whispers in the depths, murmurs of decisions left unmade.
The tide ebbs with stories, and flows with fears.
Listen closely, and you might find your own reflection in the swell.
Each wave holds a memory, a fragment of yesterday's light.
Stand upon the shore, and let it wash over you.
Trust the ocean's intuition; it knows where you've been.
The salt in the air is a reminder, of wounds both old and fresh.
In the depths, echoes of the past twine with whispers of tomorrow,
forming a tapestry of truth only the tide understands.
Do the waves call your name? Listen to their song.
Follow the echoes to their source, and discover what lies beneath.