Whispers of the Ocean's Breath

Can you hear the echoes of the tide, drumming softly against the shores of thought? Each wave, a reminder of moments captured, fading, yet persistent like forgotten dreams lingering at dawn.

In the dance of the moonlit water, we find ourselves, reflections distorted, truths wrapped in veils of mist and salt. The tide knows, it always knows, the stories left unsaid, the journeys unstarted.

Consider the rhythm of existence, how it ebbs and flows, a symphony of silences interrupted only by the murmur of stars across the night sky, begging questions without answers.

Join the surge, feel the pull of gravity, the unseen strings that bind and release, that hold together the scattered fragments of a long-forgotten hymn.