Life on the edge of infinity - wander on shores whispering what is not spoken. When the tide pulls back, it reveals both treasures and truths, hidden under the sands of yesterday's tomorrows. Understand this: in the Optional Sea, choices are waves, crashing, crashing.
To navigate is not to conquer, nor is it to control. It is to join the dance of sea and sky, to float upon acceptance rather than drown in resistance. All pathways diverge here, diverging nowhere, leading everywhere and nowhere. Follow the currents, trust the indifferent stars.
Consider the Optional Sea as a hesitant art, a portrait of eternal fluidity. It is not for the rigid; nor the constant; nor the ones who tether themselves to ropes of illusion. Release. Let slip the anchoring thoughts.
Meditate upon surrounding echoes, juxtaposed whispers. Would it be the sand's insistence on secrets held by the seaweed, or the haunting call of an invisible bird above the mist? In this place, echoes teach lessons, though they echo none.