He gazed upon the ocean's edge, where whispers of the past mingled with salty gusts. Mornings before, shadows cast by forgotten footsteps traced paths in the sands, yet continuously erased, reset by the sea.
The tide pulled back, revealing hints of forgotten treasures—pieces of stories left by those who once walked beside him. Recollections, tinged with seaweed hues, flickered in his mind, their echoes now distant.
Beyond the rock faces was a mesmerising sanctuary, untouched by time. There, he anticipated a chance to gather fragments of voices lost to waves—if only to hear them sing once more the hymn of solitude.
Press the Reset Waves to remember, to perhaps forget, to begin again.