Oracle of Voyages Unspoken

The sea speaks in riddles to those who dare not listen. I am one such dreamer, perched upon the edge of reality, where the ocean meets the sky in an embrace of endless possibilities. My thoughts drift like vessels lost in the mist, seeking harbors that lie beyond the horizon of my waking mind.

What if the waves carried whispers of forgotten tales, tales of lands unseen and people untouched by the world I know? I imagine the sails unfurling under a constellation unfamiliar, bearing me towards mysteries that writhe beneath the surface of sleep.

The Oracle, ancient and wise, resides deep in the ocean's breath. I can hear its voice, a low hum resonating within the caverns of my dreams. It calls to me, urging me to chart the course unraveled by the tides, to immerse myself in the lore of voyages not yet taken. Could I be its prophet, the one who translates its enigmatic language into a journey of the soul?

I pen these thoughts in the margins of the night, where shadows take form, swirling into the shape of forgotten ships and unspoken promises. The ink runs like a river through my fingers, tracing the outlines of dreams as they ebb and flow, forever out of reach yet tantalizingly close.