“Have you ever counted the stars in the sea?” she asked, her voice blending with the lapping waves.
I nodded, not really knowing how to swim through constellations, just feeling adrift.
Follow the echoes“It’s heading this way right now,” he said, leaning closer as if sharing a secret with the wind.
The call of the glint path seemed almost musical, a tune only imagined under moonlight.
Chase the silver wave“When the shadows dance, it means we’re close,” she whispered, her gaze lost in an unseen horizon.
Perhaps the night had its own dance floor, with no trees standing still, only twinkling nervously.
Hear the fog's echo