Reflections Across the Time Tides

In the break of day, they whispered, reverberating timelessly. Silent, the waves called from this place, where reflections conjure whispers of distant shores.

The mirror, once intact, now fractures, reshaping echoes of luminescent pasts in water's gentle hold.

Beneath the tides, memories tangled like seaweed in currents unseen, weaving together tales untold.

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