The waves are whispers, and they tell... stories. A girl with marbles made of moonlight once sat here, tucking secret stories into sailor's hats.
On ships of paper, history floats, printing books with yarn made from the sunbeam's favorite dreams. Tonight, they sail to lands never covered in maps.
Boats sometimes come with tails of tales, asking questions only crystal seas understand. They whisper confessions in the language of coral and bubble sounds.
Do ducks really quack in dreams of time travelers carrying golden spoons? Between kisses of ocean waves, perhaps the echo remembers just right.