In the silence where moonlight rests,
I found the whispers of forgotten seas.
Shadows play upon the edge of dreams,
Sculpting tales in the sand of time.
Follow the tide that sings in colors,
Beyond the horizon's tangled embrace.
There lies a path, lined with starlight,
Cronos brushing history with cosmic dust.
What anchors your soul to this shore?
The shadows ask, the whispers breathe.