Ever sit by the edge, listening? Just listening. The sea has its way of keeping secrets, you know. But these secrets, they’re not frowns or smiles. They’re more like echoes in a seashell, dancing silently in the depths.
"Shh, can you hear it echoing?"
The other day, I walked along this hidden cove, kept secret by rocks and time. Found a rusty old bell that chimed only in the wind. But when I held it, I didn’t hear jigs or waltzes. Heck, it wasn’t a tune at all—just the rhythm of an invisible ballet.
Have you ever heard any secret music?