Each wave a story, each grain of sand a memory. The tide calls, pulling us toward shadows of who we once were—a murmur of lost thoughts drifting across time.
Do you remember the sound of laughter blended with the ocean breeze? Shards of sunshine slicing through laughter like the slices of a glass heart, shivering in the wake of silence.
Footprints in the sand, ephemeral and soft. With each passing wave, a whisper disappears, echoing nothingness. Somewhere, beneath the surface, a dream remains anchored.
In this place, the skies bleed colors at dusk while the tides weave their stories in the air. Can you hear it? The voice of solitude sings, a lullaby to restless spirits, reminders of times that cling like barnacles on a forgotten ship.
To dwell here is to traverse the endless sea of one's thoughts. Each splash holds a piece of the past; a reminder of moments folded like paper boats, set loose into deep uncertainty.