Whispering echoes blend with echoes of whispers, as the tide pulls away the unmade dreams, leaving no trace but memory's lingering touch.
Reality shimmers on the horizon, distorting truth, while illusion dances in the inky depths, where shores are but a canvas of the unseen.
An elegy for those who wander, seeking, the ephemeral treasures held captive by time, lost between the waves and the sands.
Where the waves whisper
Echoes of reflections
Dreams of transience