In the muted whispers of the ocean, where jewelled whispers dance...
Footprints leading nowhere, tracing shadows of forgotten echoes.
Each grain of sand a memory, each wave a romantic sigh echoing beyond the horizon.
The deeper truths lie not in the possessions but in the journeys, the unheard tales of love washed ashore.
The footprints fade, leading nowhere, yet everywhere is a place of rendezvous unknown.
In this eternal ocean of truth, even the heart becomes a treasure sought in vain.