The tide knows of secrets we cannot hold, whispers that echo through the corridors of time. Each grain of sand, a witness to the ponderings of eternity.
"I once heard my own voice in the shell, speaking truths I dared not confront. Yet, the farthest shore felt closer than the whispers that surrounded me." - An Echo of Solitude
The sands shift underfoot, carrying stories from the ages, tales woven into the fabric of the distant past. And here, I stand, listening for the breath of those stories.
For more whispers, seek: Flicker of Days, or touch the Tendrils of Memory.