Once upon a pebble, near the edge of the sea, lived a secret only the waves could tell.
Standing tall, an old sea heart whispers, Tickle me not with time, for I only listen to tides.
Children play hide and seek among shells and stones. Yet only the wind knows where they hide.
In each wave's curl, a message rides: We are riddles drawn on the night’s blanket.
Read the language of tiny waves. They speak simpler words, softer than any song forgot. See if you understand their fears or the secrets they kept.