In a realm where colors fade softly into twilight, there lies an ocean of dreams. Each wave whispers secrets, reflections of what we've hoped for, feared, or longed to forget. They ripple on a canvas vast and unending, casting shadows that dance under a ghostly moon.
Footprints trace paths in the sand, leading nowhere in particular. Each step a dream once vivid, now fading like the morning mist. The echoes of laughter, the soft caress of a breeze—remnants of journeys past, yet the horizon remains untouched.