Echoes of forgotten songs linger on the edge of silence, unwritten chapters cloaked in dust and moonbeams.
Their presence reminds one of a ship embarking at dawn; the crew anticipating a journey with unfolding sails, a path left unexplored.
Remember the tales of old, woven with hopes and sunlit skies?
There's a particular line of thought that lingers beyond reason, a chapter missing, where the protagonist was to find solace not in destination but in the symphony of the waves beneath a lunar sky.
Have we wandered too far, in search of what lies buried within ourselves?
The final waves break upon the shore of untold dreams.