The shell cradles its thought, hidden inside, whispered by the currents. Infinite wisdom, scripted by the dance of stars, unseen, felt only by the dreaming waves. Here lies the echo of tides, a symphony only the ear of the heart can hear.
Turn the sands, and the words will shape themselves into dunes of understanding. Each ripple a letter, uncomposed, yet urgent in its calligraphy upon the shore. The ocean scribbles its secrets in ancient scripts, writing and erasing its lore.