Beneath the murmur of the evening tide, lies a truth hidden, an echo of what once was. The whispers of forgotten dreams, reverberating through the corridors of a mind that once knew clarity. Are we, too, like these lost whispers, adrift in the abyss, clinging to remnants of purpose and meaning? As the waves crash and retreat, they take with them fragments of our illusions, leaving only the raw essence of what we dared to ignore.

There is a beauty in the revelation of ugliness. A stark honesty in the truths we fear, buried deep within, like ancient relics submerged in the ocean's depths. The tides draw nearer, closer, until nothing can stand between us and the reality of our existence. When the tide pulls back, what will remain? The ugliest truth, stark and plain, challenges the light of day to expose itself fully.