Are the shores we traverse just fragments of our forgotten dreams?
As waves caress the edges of existence, their whispers remind us of a time long past, a time not our own. We wander these lost shores, our footprints echoing the transient nature of our being.
Consider a universe woven from dreams: fragile, intricate, and ephemeral. Each strand a thought, a breath, a moment suspended in time. To traverse this tapestry is to walk through the corridors of what might have been.
Have you ever listened to the silence between the waves? In that stillness lies an eternity, a pause in the symphony of existence, where time holds its breath, waiting, wanting, and wishing.
Echoes of Time Sea of Memories