I hold the shell to my ear—no ocean here, just the murmurs of time, whispering secrets it dared not confide in daylight. The sea never truly departs, it lingers in the whispers of memory, curling around thoughts like tides around sand.
Lost in reverberations of uncharted waters, the sea speaks in echoes... or is it the dreams echoing back? Voices of drowned sailors? Ancient mermaids combing the void for longing hearts?
Do you hear the echoes of your dreams? they ask, as if the shell has become a oracle of the deep. Each heartbeat an echo of a wave, each breath a current flowing through the soul's undercurrents.