Are we not all echoes, drifting through the corridors of the ocean's breath? The wind carries tales, softly etched in salt whispers, looking for ears willing to listen. Lend your ear.
Beneath the twilight, colors blur into melodies; a symphony plays on the surface of stars. Drift in the space between notes, where silence dances.
The earth sleeps, yet her heartbeat resonates in the hollow of a conch, vibrating with stories untold. Capture the resonance, catch the rhythm.
As the sun descends into a realm between existence and void, it strums the strings of the horizon. An orchestra of shadows emerges. Follow the shadows.