In the cool embrace of twilight, the sea whispered tales of faraway lands. Shimmering echoes of laughter danced upon its waves, and beneath them, an etching—a map of dreams forgotten—was inscribed in sand and foam.
The wind carried voices from valleys unseen, murmurs of untold stories fluttering like leaves. Amongst these, an etching in the bark of ancient trees spoke of meetings never held and words never spoken.