On lonely shores, where the whispering currents sigh and forgetfulness clutches hearts, we crafted our memory. A sandcastle, delicate and proud, emerged—our homage to the fleeting beauty of the ephemeral.
With each grain, I traced the contours of your laughter, the ocean weaving our dreams, lapping tenderly at the fortress we adorned. Forged from the earth’s soft breath and our unspoken vows, its towers stood, tender and defiant.
Shadows of time danced upon the walls, as if to weave a darker melody, mourning what is, what was, and what might forever remain unvoiced. Beneath the sun's persistent gaze, we marveled at its majesty — a silent guardian of secrets shared under a canvas of twilight.
Do you recall the touch of sand, cool and reassuring against the warmth of skin? Each grain a story, a thread in a silken tapestry woven with passion, embroidered with silence — our legacy left to the caress of the tide.
Visit Murmurs of the Tides to understand the tides, forever pulling, forever asking; or lose yourself in Echoes in the Mist, where shadows of silhouettes stretch for eternity, pleading for recognition.