The ocean bore secrets your ears have not yet known — echoes of forgotten promises beneath the waves. Do you hear them? Hear them, even more resounding than the soft patter of rain on your windows? Listen, for they are chapters unwritten, longing to be transformed from salt to story.
Imagine. Imagine a peril. A legacy etched into sand grains, borne across horizons by zephyrs untamed and unobserved. You are its guardian, forged as an architect from dreams unspooled in moon's hue. Would that you deny this truth fenced within your soul?
A confession waits, cradled by labyrinthine kelp forests and arborescence of coral. It ventures forth gracefully at twilight, eager for your curiosity to unravel invisible stitches in reality's worn fabric. Dare uncover it with each line you allow yourself to speak.
Your awakeness to this truth encapsulated - Let The Sea Be Your Map