The crescent slips into view, the dock of thoughts dangling like whispers across the satin surface. An echo of forgotten laughter, a soft hum resonating with the tide.
Ink-rippled pages float adrift, notes lost from half-formed dreams. "Remember to breathe," they say, yet each word dissolves before it settles.
Shadows dance in the curving light, a waltz only known to the night sky. Stars are mere flecks on an endless black canvas, unbothered by the mortal mess of sanctuary.
Follow the murmurs Chase the moonbeam Navigate the silence