In stillness, the voice of forgotten tides speaks,
A gentle trace of what has never been uttered.

Do you know the language of sandcastles absorbed by waves?

• The letters align, but the meaning drifts like mist.
• Seafoam constructs temples of silence.
• What do you hear when the storm is whispers?

The shell murmurs sweet nothings, silken and profound,
An eternity captured in curves, in the gentle rock of history.

Voices left unspoken, yet echoing through the marrow of stones.

The ocean’s heart beats softly,
Whispering to each grain of sand its tale of solitude.

Unveil the symphony, beneath the surface of calm.

Discover more echoes:

• Waves of Memory
• Whispers in the Wind
• Dreams of the Ocean