The tides have stories, you know.
It's been a while since the sea spoke.
A whisper here, a crash there, memory of a broken seagull.
Listen, and you’ll hear laughter beneath the waves—ever so faint.
I once found a bottle, old maps, tales woven in the sand.
You should visit the shadows of the coral.
I’ve heard the dolphins have secrets.
Myth on the Shore: Who knew? The gulls gossip too.
A lighthouse stands vigilant, casting amber rays across blanketed stars.
Don't mind the fog; it dances.
Journey deeper or wade at the edges; it's all the same.
Catch the Currents, they twiddle their thumbs in time.
The ocean's pulse, rhythmic like a heartbeat.
Sometimes it sings, other times it rambles.
I, a mere wanderer among tides and whispers.