The whispers of the deep eternal call, the tides repeat their ancient dance, the moon's pale gaze.
The waters rise, the sunken cities breathe, the echoes of yesterday hum in monotone lullabies.
Do you remember when the shores whispered secrets? Or was it a dream you never had?
The cycle resumes, unbroken, the same sands slipping through fingers every time, every place.
Here we are, at the line between above and below, where reality drips and the unreal submerges.