Distant Whispers of the Forgotten Seas
The pier, weathered and worn, stood as a testament to dreams washed ashore. Each board creaked with tales of solitude, of sails catching whispers that only the gulls seemed to understand. Beneath the surface, currents danced around coral castles, guardians of stories locked in a silent embrace.
She returned to the sea every evening, the horizon painting her silhouette in shades of mystery. The air tasted of salt and unspoken words, her heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of unseen tides.