The moon's whisper painted silver paths across the ocean's embrace. One night, amidst the symphony of crashing echoes, a wave broke differently—it curled, pulsing with an inexplicable energy, carrying whispered secrets from the depths below.
Each rise and fall of the tide retold tales of forgotten realms and celestial dances, each ripple a brushstroke on the infinite canvas of night. Eyes closed, one could hear the ocean's own heartbeat, a chorus of chaos and calm, forever scripted by the tides.
Each rise and fall of the tide retold tales of forgotten realms and celestial dances, each ripple a brushstroke on the infinite canvas of night. Eyes closed, one could hear the ocean's own heartbeat, a chorus of chaos and calm, forever scripted by the tides.