Dear Weaver of the Echoing Currents,
The waters beneath the twilight are more alive than I anticipated, breathing forgotten memories of another time. Can you sense their rhythmic whispering from your realm? It sings a melody not of this dimension, a legacy tied together by tendrils of time pooling over the laps of the oceans.
Your last message, weathered and profound, made me ponder the veils separating us. Each inked word floated alongside echoes clad in salty mist, carried by winds that doubtlessly traversed the sea's edges before arriving at my shore. Where do your words begin, and where do mine end, I wonder?
The sea here remembers. Do the forgotten waters sing for you, too? Are they compelled to remember many lives lived in tandem with parallel skies? I caught a glimpse of their truth last night, as moonlight entangled itself into the crux of mystery.
Until again the words align, I wait on these shores, the bridge between forgotten realms. For now, I pen whispers through a shroud of stardust.
Moonlight Keeper