Shadows dance upon the surface, a flickering soul tide.
Frosted whispers upon the shells—we play hide and seek with the moon.
Resplendent silence, rolling, folding, unfolding.
Shadows do not speak; they merely listen to the echoes of their own making.
Rivulets of thought trailing down the sand, footprints washed away by time.
A gull's cry, fragmented in the air, becomes one with the gust.
Below, a heartbeat of undulations, an abyssal lullaby for those who dare approach.
Have you seen the glimmer of truth reflected in the depths?
Weaved tales of silken kelp, stories retold by currents—unfathomed.
The ocean holds its breath, waiting for the shadows to embrace the light once more.
Swim beneath, where colors merge and dissolve:
Explore further and discover the submerged verses.
Or stand upon the shore, a sentinel of whispers:
Listen closely, for the tales never truly end.