The wind recounts stories, ephemeral and intangible. It hums where the sea kisses the shore, a melody forgotten by human ears but imprinted on the souls of wandering echoes. Whispered secrets float past, offering glimpses into moments never lived—slips of laughter, remnants of unspoken promises, shadows of dreams left to wander.
Listen. Beneath the tide, beneath the endless surge, lies a rhythm, a heartbeat of the world unraveling. The tide embraces, carries, holds—each wave a sigh, a gentle release of the universe's silent cries. In this cadence, find the mirror of our own tides, our own rhythms, each pulse a step closer to the infinities we chase, yet can never grasp.
Shadows stretch across sand like fingertips searching for a touch, a connection, a comprehension perhaps of their own elusive presence. Here, secrets find solace, woven into the grains of time. What does the sea remember? What does it long to forget? Out there, on the phantom tide, the answers linger, hovering just beyond the echoes.
Oracle Sands