Beyond the fading horizon, the waves murmur secrets to the yearning wind. Whispers coil like fog over the crests, threading tales of lost radiances steeped in salt and echoes. Once, the sea was a cradle; now, it speaks in tongues of forgotten lullabies that echo off the jagged cliffs where no one dares stand for too long.
The last sunbeam sank into watery depths, destined to forge another night in spectrums of dreamlike hues. Reflections drift like poltergeists, buoyed between surface and abyss, tangled in a trance with siren songs borne from shattered shells.
Once, there was a lighthouse, now a mere shadow with a blind eye. Its beam flickered memories into oblivion, where time forgot and sea stole paths figures in sand, monsters woven frail and translucent, living only in perceivable oblivion and entropic embrace.
Will you heed the call of the murmur? To seek the intervals of boundless whispers? Or will you stand upon the shore, a monument to stillness and fading stars?