The moon, a solitary guardian, drapes its silver veil upon the restless waters. Here, beneath its watchful gaze, tales untold linger in the depths, whispering secrets in a language lost.
In the heart of darkness, where silence births its lullabies, the waves caress the shore with a tenderness that belies their hidden rage. Each swell a heartbeat, echoing the undying lull of night.
Once, the sea sang songs of sorrow, weaving melodies through the foggy veins of the shoreline. Now, an eternal hush reigns, cradling the remnants of those hymns in the cradle of the abyss.
To wander these shores is to listen to the whispers of fading light or to trace the shadows of dim clarity in the sand.