The tide whispers secrets to the shore, a language only understood by those who listen beyond sound.
Beneath the oscillating waves, a forgotten melody drifts aimlessly, searching for a sailor lost in dreams.
Have you seen the moon cry? It cradles the stars in silken reflection, only to watch them fade.
In the heart of the sea, an elder waits, wrapped in veils of mist, telling stories to the wandering winds.
A ship without a name drifts, carried by the whims of ephemeral currents. Its sails are woven with threads of twilight.
Do the echoes remember, or are they just shadows of what once was, lingering in the cold embrace of time?