The threads of the ocean are woven not of silk, but of secrets.
Waves, in their relentless choreography, script ephemeral tales upon the shores. Each tide is a stanza in the ocean's song, bridging worlds beneath a moonlit sky.
The moon, a silvery loom, governs the intricate dance of currents and coastal sands, leaving behind whispers of what has been and what will be.
To understand the tides is to understand a language older than words, a dialogue whispered by water, echoing through time.
As we watch the waves, we are reminded of the cyclical nature of truth, a cycle that mends, unravels, and mends again:
In the silent embrace of the ocean's deep, where darkness gathers and mysteries dwell, we find the threads of destiny woven into the fabric of the world.
Let us listen, as the tides continue their eternal script, whispering in the language of forgotten dreams.