In the quiet lapse between heartbeats, the ocean recalls the laughter of forgotten children. It hums a tune only the old stones understand.
Somewhere in the fog of time, a lady in a blue dress whispers secrets to the sea breeze: "Promise you'll remember me?"
An answer is never given, yet the tide knows. It always knows.
Somewhere beneath the cobwebs of yesterday, a door creaked open, revealing a world not yet seen. The clock chimed once, twice—then it stopped.
Shadows lengthen in the alley of misplaced dreams, where echoes of your laughter still linger.
Dream of the sand.
A child's voice calls from the shore, but they are nowhere to be found. A message in a bottle, perhaps, or a heart left on the horizon.
"Do you believe in mermaids?" she asks, her voice drifting like mist. "They say they sleep in the riddles of the waves."
The sea, eternal as the stars, weaves stories into its foam. And you, a wanderer of these tales, walk barefoot on the whispers of time.
Embrace the moonlit chant, where echoes meet the silence of the night.