Within the caverns of the ocean blue, where light dances in fleeting corridors, a riddle waits, wrapped in the enigma of time.
Listen closely to the whispers of the tides. What is both journey and destination, tethered by the heartstrings of the moon? Answer the riddle, cast your doubts unto the sea, and let its depths speak in echoes.
Seashells cradle the voice of destiny, each turned spiral a reflection of human longing. To navigate the ephemeral, heed the instructions from the silent sages of the ocean floor.
The higher truth descends gently, like salt upon the windswept shore. Do not fear the waves, for they are the guardians of mystery, leading you through corridors unseen.
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