The ocean speaks in quiet tongues, sanding truths into particles
that scatter beneath the surface—echoes of ancient whispers.
Each wave a memory, each tide a cycle, unfurling the fabric
of time; stitching destinies into the sands of forgotten shores.
Do the stars remember the journey of the waters,
their luminescent history reflected by moonlight?
In the depths, where silence reigns,
the ocean cradles secrets more profound
than the hearts of men have ever dared to know.
Consider the ripple—an endless dance,
metaphors in motion, pondering their own
existence; rising, falling, bound by the
gravity of fate and the entropy of dreams.
Walk the shoreline of thought:
Dive deeper into the abyss,
or wander the shores,
where each footprint fades into the embrace of
the eternal ocean, a journey of the soul.