The sea murmurs secrets, lost beneath each crest, where once a lighthouse flickered its silent pulse: a constant beacon in a world forgotten. Shadows dance upon water's edge, footprints leading nowhere, etched by hands that no longer remember their tale.
She remembered laughter like chimes in the wind, veiled mist carrying notes of old photographs, memories collaged together with the grain of sand, whispering stories of strangers met in dreams. The sun-touched horizon blurs the line between sky and water, where reality bends like a ship adrift.
Somewhere, a dog barks. Is it hers? Or was it always lost here, where echoes carve deeper into the silent moments? Time traces circles in the sand, yet its tide comes to wash away the markers of transient thoughts.
Whispers at the Shoreline