In the beginning, there was silence beneath the waves.
The echo of ages past, scripted by waters deep.
Meetings ensue in liquid dreams, reflections of reflections.
Waves speak in tongues no longer heard,
Carving the shore with whispers of forgotten futures.
Tomorrow, like salt, dissolves beneath the sun's watchful eye.
Tidal rhythms in the heart of humankind,
Pulsating with the frequency of unseen worlds.
When the tides ebb, they reveal truths:
Fragments of yesterday scattered, echoing.
Seek the rhythm, and you shall find:
The horizon at dawn.
The moon whispers secrets, borrowing light from stars.
Memories emerge, peeling from the shores, like pages in a book.