It's an odd feeling, standing here where water meets sand—like leaning against the edge of a dream. The waves murmur secrets, their voices blending into one song we might never fully remember.
There's a figure just up the ridge, draped in memories, half-concealed by salt mist. They tell tales of strange families, night skies spinning gently in the silence. Each word feels like déjà vu, borrowed from a life unlived and yet so known.
Visit the Night Sea Reverie Mirrors of the Island