The ocean's breath carries whispered clues, echoing through shell and seafoam.
Somewhere in the labyrinth of the deep tides, a truth tarries, concealed beneath layers of plasmic mystery.
Listen closely; the sands shift and formations murmur, landscapes reshape with the breath of ages.
Faint whispers linger like morning mist upon the brine, echoing stories of aeons past.
Promises made on forgotten hulls adrift in dreams, lost beneath infinite skies spun by soft incantation.