Fractured Horizons: Tide Lines on the Geometric Edge

The ocean's surface is a mirror, fractured and swaying yet serene. Each tide a canvas painter's flourish, each current a whisper to the shore present and vague in permanence.

Amidst these sequences, the reflections tell stories age-old, fashions of yore reincarnating in panoramic waves. To ponder the meaning of climate's tongue, one considers the whispers of tides—a dictionary unbound by volume or verse.

What horizons define the tide?

Invested in patterned, esoteric arrays—a gambit by the universe. Upon contemplation, colorful horizon artisans imbue the backdrop: a society conducting rife experiments with saline-scale symphonies.

The reality echoes through sensibilities incorrectly interpreted.