Wavewoven Tales

The sea speaks in whispers coded by constellations, unraveling threads of forgotten stories sewn into the silent fabric of shifting waters. Time laps ever gently at the edges of physical borders, asking not to disturb its slumber as it drags its satin silver fingers over unanswered thoughts.

In the frail light barely cloaking the dawn sky, dreams are marooned. Footprints of yesterday, etched deeply yet long effaced, shadow a watermarked reality; memories scrawl themselves across sand kingdoms, soon to be devoured by celestial ebb and flow, woven by the loom of boundless reaches. Could it be these stories covet respite in the embrace of twilight waves? Await the murmur rising from desolation and whisper across havenless shores?

The self finds reflection here—more staggering than seamless becomes transformation: Eyes closed, heart stirring the projections cast. Yet truth-desire tumbles forth, rolls beneath wave and current to resurface elsewhere or echo amidst stars, threading into eternities we traced unaware.

Caught between predicates of yesterday's echoes and future's embrace, behold this bound mimicry
pretended by frolicking foam's lagging wake.

Breathe, lend ear to a beckoned timelessness, untied. Converse, transgress your epochs to the sailing ethers.