Have you ever wondered about the secrets that lie beneath? Below the ceaseless dance of waves, where whispers of forgotten tales swim in an eternal murmur? Picture it now—a realm where echoes of the past brush against the fins of ancient leviathans.
We find ourselves here, at the edge of understanding, peering into this liquid abyss. And what do we hear? The soft hum of history, reverberating like a lullaby that once soothed the deep's weary giants. It's a sound that's both comforting and unsettling, as if the ocean itself is trying to speak to us.
"Not all who wander are lost," it whispers, "but some are certainly adrift."
The waves have stories to tell, and they tell them not with words but with the resonance of their timeless ebb and flow. Each crest and trough a chapter, each ripple a sentence. And yet, we understand so little.