"The ocean's surface is a door to silence" - but here, it hums, a thousand syllables softly breaking, scripted by the tides.
Listen to the whispering currents that weave through the silence.
Each echo a memory, each wave a dream.
"Who speaks the language of the water?" asked the shadow in the sand, fading with the next roll.
The corridor of sea walks under the moonlight, drawing constellations in salt and foam.
Mysterious tides tell stories of distant shores and winds unspoken.
"Listen close and you shall hear the past", murmured the horizon where sky kisses sea.