Ever seen the sea whisper secrets only the stars can understand? I bet, like everyone, you've stood at the edge, hearing the echoes of forgotten tales.
"Do you think there's a map to decipher these murmurs?" she asked, arms crossed against the salty winds. The kind of map that doesn't have an end, only paths that loop back on themselves, revealing what was hidden in plain sight all along.
I shrugged. Perhaps the trek was less about finding new lands and more about retracing steps in rhythm with the tides. Each wave, a chapter; each tide, an unfinished story, waiting for someone to write it right.
And maybe, just maybe, those murmurs are a call - to arms, to hearts, to journeys untaken. Hear them. Feel them. Let them guide you to paths less traveled. Or more traveled but with fresh eyes.
Want to ponder further? Ebb & Flow
Or maybe take a detour? Lost Sands
Or just give in to the murmurs: Murmurs