In the quiet moments, when the sun dips below the horizon, the ocean brings its whispers — stories of ships long gone, dreams of distant shores, echoes of laughter carried from the past. Here, standing on the edge where sand meets saltwater, we are reminded of time's gentle persistence, its ability to cradle memories as tenderly as the waves cradle the moon.
The tide is more than water; it’s a rhythm, a heartbeat, a reminder that everything is part of a bigger cycle. The sea knows no boundaries, no end, just infinite beginnings. As night falls, the echoes deepen, and the stories take on a life of their own, weaving through the stillness like an unseen hand playing a timeless lullaby.
And so we listen, not just to the sound but to the silence in between, where the true magic lies — the space where dreams begin and reality takes a breath.