Perhaps the waves have souls—etched lines of forgotten stories, their secrets entwined in salt and foam. When they crash, it's like a spectral recounting of battles long lost beneath the silent curtains of the ocean. Do you hear them? Echoes of a haunting melody only the bravest choose to listen to, notes dipped in the ink of sorrow.
In these depths, the mysteries stall, bated and beckoned by the moon's fickle grasp. They fold around us like shrouded whispers, often dismissed, yet fearsome in their truth. A pulse, a rhythm beneath the earth's crust—a tidal intuition we all claim to understand, but fear to embrace fully.
Swim deeper, if you dare, into the realm where shadows converse with light, revealing the secret tides. Let your intuition guide you, for the surface tells only half the story, the other half woven by the hands of currents unseen.