In the hollows of moonlit whispers, where the tides curl the edges of reality itself, a forgotten silhouette walks. Dreams tumble like shells across the shore, each a fragment of unuttered secrets. Beneath your feet, the sand remembers things long since lost to memory—the taste of starlight, the color of wind, shadow dances of twilight.
Hear the sighs of oceans below, the timeless pulse of waves scripted by celestial hands. It’s here you find yourself adrift, collecting moments like fallen stars. Your reflection in the water—who does it belong to? Is it you, or the dreams that you carry submerged beneath the surface, waiting to rekindle the once-bright embers of nowforever?
The vastness comforts, as eternity breathes softly through the sand. And yet, there's a voice, distant yet near, calling you through the echoes of the infinite. Circles of time, loops of sleep, the tide turns. A key awakens in the heart of seawater—a thousand voices gather to tell you the name of what was forgotten.
Link your fate: Whispered Melodies
Trace the parallels: Dancing Edges