To sail the heart, follow where the shadow of the gull embraces light.
Beneath the flaming horizon, cast a net of moonlit dreams upon the ripples.
Navigate the whispers that drift between where stars hum soft elegies.
Seek the pearl before dawn breaks, among sorrowful songs of mermaids lost, and
gather seashell edicts in a language where silence speaks more than echo.
Forever chase the mirage of a single departing wave into endlessness.
All roads lead nowhere, yet hand in hand they compass the spirals of seafoam
Loop the crescent shores thrice and return anew to where you began turned away.