In the curling embrace of fathomless blue, memories whisper. Silent echoes of what was, what could never be, dance beneath the waves. You feel them, don't you? The lingering touches of those who vanished, carried away by tides unseen. Their shadows spill across your mind like ink in water.
Time is an ocean, relentless and fierce. It washes over the shores of our being, leaving behind the sandcastles of our dreams to crumble into dust. Yet in these depths, the whispers of the past sing, a melody both beautiful and haunting.
Follow the current, let it guide you to shores unknown. Find your sanctuary or perhaps wander to this other fading memory.