The tides whisper secrets, unnoticed symphonies that linger in the salt-kissed air. Beneath azure canopies, silence carves its symphonies along the shores of forgotten dreams.
Footprints in the sand, yet the ocean reclaims them, each grain a memory, a story, a sigh lost in the expanse. Waves arc in crescendos, flowing in timeless maneuvers, choreographed by moonlit desires.
Amongst the rippling depths, pathways of mist call to souls adrift. Silence is not absence, but a canvas painted with the strokes of the unseen, the unheard.
Listen closely, let the heart speak through the echoes of the deep. There’s a language here, unspoken, woven in the current's embrace.
The ocean is a poet, scripting verses in the rhythm of its vastness. To wander beyond is to become one with its silent symphony.