When you listen closely to the whisper of the ocean, you might find pieces of lore caught in the echoes. They say that holding a seashell to your ear is akin to hearing the soul of the sea, a thing both vast and endlessly deep, but what of its echoes? Each wave a sentence, each tide a chapter in the driftwood theory.
Bits and bytes of coral and memories, sand sifting through the fingers of time, or so it seems. Fragmented Waves
The sea speaks in tongues unknown, and we are left with echoes of an undeciphered language. Island Whispers
Have you ever wondered about the stories driftwoods tell when no one is watching? Conversations with Driftwood