Whispers of the tide.
A song of half-forgotten laughter, mingling with the ocean's breath. The gentle hum of yesterday's promises, woven into the fabric of the sunrise.
In the stillness, a melody persists—a transcendental echo that seeks the listener who wanders too close.
The radio crackles, an elusive oracle of faded perceptions and visual echoes dancing in bittersweet memories.
The silent song of dawn.