In the dappled twilight of an endless sea, where the luminous shadows of forgotten stars caress the salt-kissed foam, lies a journey unending. Here, the whispers of the void beckon forth, inviting the daring heart to tread lightly upon their ephemeral embrace.
The tide, a symphony of light and darkness, ebbs beneath silvery skies, weaving dreams into the crests and troughs of its cleansing dance. With each undulation, memories carried from the abyss resurface—wisps of aether entwined with the scent of ancient waters.
One may glimpse the spectres of time itself within these brumal swells, echoing their soft harrowing elegies. The night breathes through this aqueous veil, softly muted, as the stars ripple upon the surface like distant echoes of a long-lost pulse.