Have you ever stood by the sea and pondered over its eternal rhythm? Each wave, a whisper of time, crashes on the shore with an echo of a world forgotten or yet to be discovered. With every rise and fall, stories unfoldβsome etched on the sands of history, others hidden beneath the surface.
Time is not a linear path but a vast ocean. Every drop a moment, every tide a turning point. To wander through fifty waves is to journey across epochs, where every splash could be a leap into another era.
Echoes of the Fifth Wave | Reflections