In the beginning, there was only the sea, vast and uncharted, cradling dreams within its waves.
The horizon murmurs secrets, sizzling in the sunlight, swirling ideas that drift just out of reach, echoing ancient whispers of winds long past.
"Shhh," the waves beckon, curling towards the shore with a sigh, "Listen to the stories they once swallowed, entire worlds enveloped in brine and time.
Among these tales, lost chapters tell of a girl who danced upon the surf, weaving spells with the salt and sky.
The horizon stretches its arms towards infinity, a canvas yearning for strokes of forgotten legends and dreams lost in the ebb and flow.
A symphony of colors dances at dusk, casting shimmering echoes upon the water, a last whisper before the shadows cradle the night.
Echoes of Dreams | The Tides | Crimson Skies