The Broad Reach

Between whispers of the tide, an echo, a dilation of silence. What waters shape this space?
Branches stretch, lattice over azure voids—each tendril a network of dreams forgotten in pasage.

Celebrate the cartographer's folly, mapping sand to sand—only to discover that each step etches void upon void.
The labyrinth, a choir of forgotten shores, sings only to the navigators lost within its own embrace.

Currents of the Labyrinth

Echoes of the Labyrinth

Only with the closed eyes can one see waves not yet disturbed, a dance not yet begun.
Do you hear the path that is whispered when one steps fearlessly into the murmur?