In the heart of void, where silence blossoms into sound, the first ripple shimmers in the moonlight. From this singular breath, the becoming wave is born.
Within each crest, tales of ancient mariners linger, woven in salt and forgotten prayers. The ocean speaks in riddles, its voice a symphony of spectral voices, haunting yet serene.
Echoes mold the present, sculpting shadowy shapes that dance beneath the phosphorescent veil. Every wave a memory, every trough a promise of new beginnings.