Ever had that moment when you feel like the ocean is just a blink away? Like, you're standing on the shore, but part of you is already underwater, swimming with the fish. There's a whisper, a ripple of something you can't quite remember. But it's comforting, like an old friend.
Somewhere beneath the waves, dreams bubble up, forgotten whispers of what once was. Maybe it's a melody of a song you used to know or a face that pops up in your mind from nowhere. Tall tales told by moonlit waves.
Follow the EchoesUnderwater, the clocks tick differently. They slide and glide, lost in the currents. Ever tried to catch a sea clock? They slip through your fingers like sand. You can only chase the memories of their ticking, echoing in the vast blue.
These clocks tell of times passed and tides turned. Some say they measure dreams, counting the moments until they surface again. Who knows, maybe yours is swimming somewhere, waiting for you to find it.
Curious ChroniclesEach grain of sand tells a story, a piece of a memory lost to the waves. Some whisper of distant lands, others of dreams washed ashore. Imagine the stories hidden in a single grain, waiting to be uncovered.
Sometimes, we forget how the ocean holds the past and the future in its endless embrace. The tides come and go, leaving behind traces of what was and what could be. So, stop and listen. You might hear a forgotten dream of your own.
Sand Whispers