Time, like the tide, shifts unstoppably. The ocean speaks in hushed tones, its whispers revealing histories and futures entwined.
The visionary who listens closely is rewarded with fragments of eternity, found within the contours of broken shells.
Each ripple in the water distorts the reflection of the self, inviting introspection. Memories captured in the ocean's embrace remind one
that we are all sailors navigating through nebulous realms. The horizon is merely a canvas, painted with the hues of our experiences.
This voyage—your voyage—is marked not by destinations, but by an ever-shifting interplay of awareness. This is not a mere
crossing of physical waters but a wandering through the landscapes of the psyche.