In the eternal dance of tides, where the moon's whisper commands the ocean's breath, lies a truth deeper than fathomable fathoms. You stand at the shore, where sand kisses salt, oblivious to the silent undercurrents that weave fate in unseen threads. Do you dare ignore the language of the abyss, its words written in the crashing of waves?
It is an intuition fierce as storm, rising from ocean depths. To underestimate these silent giants is to invite peril upon your vessel, both by sea and by life. Do you feel the pulse of the ocean? It beats like a warning drum, urging respect and awe. Listen closely, for it speaks in tongues of currents and currents of time.
Submit to the wisdom of the unvoiced torrents. Let the voice of the breaking surf guide you to safe harbors. Shun not the counsel of ancient waters; for theirs is an understanding that eludes mortal ambition. Fortify yourself with this knowledge, seal your fate to intuition's fierce embrace.