The silver waves speak in hushed tones, murmuring secrets of forgotten realms. Dreams, they say, swirl like mist, elusive and ungraspable.
An elegy of stars, drifting on the wind—a melody uncharted, unbound, yet forever resonant within the hearts of the wandering.
A solitary figure wanders the coastline, seeking solace in the fading echoes, drawn to the hidden reflections cast by moonlight.
Listen closely, and you might hear the silent symphony—the voyages of dreams, sailing upon the silver-tipped waves, their cargo a tapestry of longing and wonder.
In the distance, a song of fading beauty echoes, a reminder that every moment is a fleeting dance upon the surface of time.