Beneath the moon's tender gaze, where the ocean met the distant whisper of the night, the tide held secrets untold. Each wave a sigh, breaking and cascading, embracing the shore with an ancient rhythm—the heartbeats of the universe.
Amongst the disillusioned echoes, there were whispers of skeletons. Not just of bones and time, but of dreams once woven, now unraveled among seaweed and salt. They lie peacefully, caressed by moonlit sprays and the gentle pull of the undulating tide.
Here, between breaths, where every heartbeat becomes an eternity, the stories of loves carved in the sand, of poetical passions caught between waves, breathe life anew. Are they just old ships' remnants, or the vessels of dreams lost adrift?
Offerings to the Rust:
— A sonnet immortalized in barnacles
— The last breath of autumn's twilight
— A longing owl's call on the horizon
Transformations linger within irregular harmonies, call silence into angular dances.