Hey there. Have you ever stood by the shore, and listened really close? I mean, closer than you'd think you'd need to be. The ocean, it's got stories, you know? Like...
There's a rhythm in those waves, a whisper in the tidal pull. Some say it's the echo of memories trapped in time, waiting to be heard by those who dare to lean in.
But here's the twist. It's not just a whisper; it's a maze. A maze without a definitive end. Like trying to find the end of a rainbow, or chasing shadows as the sun dips below the horizon.
Ever tried to map a path through, only to find the lines shifting under your fingers? Some paths fork, others circle back, and some... just disappear.