In the eternal dance of ebb and flow, shadows linger. The whispers of the ocean draw us into their embrace, asking questions wrapped in the essence of solitude.
What exists between the stars beneath far-away waves,
yet knows neither time nor form?
A breath, perhaps, or a thought adrift in the cosmic tides.
When the moon pulls the shrouded currents, what is then revealed
to the heart echoing the depths?
An unseen truth, suspended in the mists, waiting for a soul to wake it.