Ever felt the whisper on a summer evening, the one that sounds a little like the ocean in a seashell? Imagine if every echo were a tiny secret waiting for the listener to embrace the depth... One evening, sitting by the water, I heard tales of mermaids and moon spirits dancing under faraway skies. Strange, isn't it? How truth refracts through the prism of imagination, breaking into alluring tales that drift like smoke and never quite remain the same on repeated breaths.