In the cradle of twilight, the tide whispers secrets long forgotten. Silken dreams woven into the shores, where footprints fade and vanish...
Left beneath the moon's gaze, a single shell hums a resonance of time; echoes of laughter lost in salted brine.
The waves, relentless artists, paint a canvas of shifting sands, sketching the contours of dreams untold.
Beneath the ribboned starlight, shadows dance on ephemeral paths—
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