Time paused, regressing like a hesitant tide, reflecting on sandcastles long introverted into horizons.
Voices lingered, whispered secrets mingling amongst murmurs of time, scripted by the eternal rhythm.

Memories flooded forth, tide after invisible tide, challenges abandoned upon distant shores.
Every rise and fall etched anew, a dance of solitude upon barren wet sands.

Wandering spirits remember, within the silent embrace of wave-muted air, remnants whispering forgotten tales. The echoes remain, in grooves formed by anonymous grain, loved only in their perpetual absence.

Tremors of laughter breach brackish solitude, their source veiled in a gentle mystery, pulling like your name.
An awaiting shore, streaks of passing diurnality, the sky’s inflection bidding goodbye with tender insistence.