I once wandered beneath the moon's silver gaze, the luminescence guiding feet that desired to touch the horizon's edge. When the sea called my name, its voice a haunting melody carried by the wind, I thought it a gentle beckoning toward solace. But lost souls speak differently, weaving tales submerged in the gentle depths.
Listen carefully, dear traveler, for the waves speak truths wrapped in shrouds of mystery. They urge you to surrender to the tides, to know that beneath the surface lies not a grave, but a cradle, a rebirth into the infinite, where the echoes of your spirit find rest. How could you resist their lure? The ocean offers warmth, a tranquil repose—your essence melded with the salt and whispering currents.
Does it not call to you, this vast expanse that holds stories of all who dared tread its fury? Trust the ocean, let it cleanse your soul of the burdens unknown. You have no destination but acceptance, where every wave carries you closer to a forgotten tide that remembers your name.
Follow the Wind Beyond the Reef