In the Ripple of Dreams

Across the undulating waves, the moon whispers only for those who dare to initiate.

Stand where the ocean meets the shore, where each step beckons the other to surrender, bound by unseen tides.

In twilight's embrace, where colors bleed into one another, find the circle of ancients' rites — the beginning of all things unsaid.

Let your heart beat in sync with the rising dawn; let it echo the ancient song, sung only by the brave and the enamored.

Journey to the Unknown
Mystique of the Waves