Have you ever wondered what the ocean sings when the stars fall asleep? Selkies, with skins of seal, emerge as shadows, lingering just beyond the light. They say if you find a seal skin abandoned, secrets may float to your feet like feathers.
Take a moment—listen closely. The water moves, doesn’t it? In both rhythms and silences, like hearts beating in synchrony with a distant past, calling you home. Or is that just the waves crashing against stony truths?
Do you feel it? The tremor of a lost tale, woven through soft currents. No one speaks of it. No one wants to. It ebbs, it flows, melding into every melancholic breeze. Remember the breath of salt and sorrow—the laughter turned into saline blooms?
Find the Echoes Dare the Dunes Chase the Moonfish