The waves whispered secrets that only dreamers could translate. As the tide ebbed and flowed, a symphony of water and sand played a melody that resonated deep within the heart.
In this moment, the shore felt infinite, stretching beyond the testaments of the horizon. Where do dreams end? she pondered, tracing the shoreline's contours with a single step, feeling the echo of her journey in the looping caress of the ocean.
The moon, a watchful guardian, painted the world in silvery hues. To the left, the dunes loomed, soft and inviting. It's not always clear where reality wanes and daydreams begin.
She knelt in the sand, fingers sifting through grains like time slipping through an invisible hourglass. Each grain was a moment, small yet significant.
What stories would they tell, if only they could speak?
Closure and beginnings stood hand in hand, dancing across the surface of her consciousness. From this shore could spring any reality — or none at all. Behind her, whispers of the mundane clung like salt on skin. Ahead, the ocean’s roar promised an escape into the unknown.
Perhaps she was the dream, and the waves were waking her to the possibilities of the morning light.