August 23, 2023
Despite the fog, the horizon whispered tales of distant shores. We mapped stars in the water, their reflections dancing beneath a silent, watchful moon.
August 23, 2023
Despite the fog, the horizon whispered tales of distant shores. We mapped stars in the water, their reflections dancing beneath a silent, watchful moon.
August 17, 2023
The boat rocked like a cradle, cradling secrets of the deep. An old fisherman told stories of mermaids and monsters, his voice as rough as sandpaper.
July 5, 2023
We found a bottle, drowned in time, containing ink-stained papers of a love letter. The sea always returns what it borrows, even if years too late.