The grains, oh how they shift, tell stories untold by the whispering tides... eternally unseen, yet always here
listen deeper
Aquatic auras beneath the sunlit realm—mermaid's dreams or the sand's hidden paranoia?
to be or not to remain
A flicker in the eye, a tale half told, under the cresting waves that aren't—and still carry voices, ghostly pale
epitaphs of rains
Grains slipping, sifting, as time whispers unearthed truths, a soft current in a sea of desolation
sand sea
Arise, o echoes from forgotten depths where the sand meets the deep and the sun refuses to shine—let's not decipher but observe
ancient tides
Echos beyond perception, swallowed by the vastness between grains—fragments of sand like tales untold among forgotten coral
enter the tranquility