Beneath the silver sheen, whispers linger, A dance of shadow and moonlit dreams.
The shoreline sings secrets to the stars, And the sea listens closely, breathing in tides like forgotten lullabies.
Echoes and driftwood tales, woven with salt and strands of seaweed truth. They float—unseen, unheard— beneath the tranquil skin of the mist.
In the depths, a hidden symphony, Crabs dance to the curdled rhythm. Currents unravel threads of the past.
Time feeds on brittle tidal memories, Each grain, a universe unto itself. Listen... the sea hums a story only it knows.