The tides whisper secrets, the kind only ancient stones understand...

"Do you remember the sky?" she asked, her voice a mere echo beneath the void.

Fragments of time scatter like stars across the ocean floor, awaiting the hand that gathers constellations anew...

A realm where thoughts meld seamlessly with waves, scripting a destiny through the dance of moons...

Incessant crashing, rhythmic...life uncoils from the depths, weaving a world forgotten by sand.

Where do you keep the dreams? She questioned lightly, amid cicada songs and summer's unending warm night...

Time ticked differently there, like a clock whose hands flickered with memories only known to the deep.

And thus it began, not with a roar, but a whisper carried on the profound births yet stillborn...