Once upon a whisper, a tale swam in tides,
currents threading dreams in the nets of the sea.
An old conch held fragments of moonlit songs,
melodies woven with threads of the night.
Beyond the edges of horizon's embrace,
waters aligned like thoughts in meditation.
Pauses, echoes, rhythm of heartbeats
mingling with waves, unspoken truths.
"Follow the path," said the breath of the ocean,
"Wherever the whispers may guide your soul.
Trust in the echoes, let them find you,
a lighthouse within, a beacon untold."
As the tide ebbs, the shore reveals
stories written in sands by the stars.
A journey born of questions unasked,
footprints in soft clay, erased by nightfall.