The ocean's voice is an ancient storyteller, murmuring tales of light and shadow into the ears of those who dare to listen. What truth lies in the echo of waves?
We are reflections upon the surface, ripples in an unending sea of comprehension. To touch the mystery is to embrace the dance of water and sand, time and perception.
As the moon commands the waves, so does paradox command thought. Are we the tide, or simply a moment adrift upon its pull? In the end, all is flux.
Consider: What is the nature of your whispers?