Whispers carried on the brine, map lines forgotten, stories untold. The sea is not just a vastness, but an ever-scripted play, winding and unwinding in rhythms older than time itself.
Somewhere beneath the waves, there are corridors of silence, where light fears to tread and only the deepest currents have the strength to travel. It's there that the murmurs find their home, safe from the eyes of the world above.
Do you listen close enough? The whispers of the ocean can guide you here, to places where the ground shifts ever so slightly underfoot, and you feel the heartbeat of the tide through the soles of your shoes.
Take a step into the water and feel it. Or perhaps, trace your finger over a map, letting your dreams chart a course through hidden paths.
Echoes from another time, and yet still here. A whisper, a promise, a forgotten phrase. All waiting beneath the rolling waves.