Beneath the tumultuous crest, voices linger in untold depths, awaiting the daring hand to carve their path into temporal scrolls. Once, a traveler sought solace in their murmurs, found wisdom in their ancient breath.
What is it the sea whispers to those who dare plunge into its existential abyss? The question remains, a sentinel to forgotten tales, a key to a door unseen.
Among the recurring tides of time, a solitary word repeated—"return"—echoing the cyclic nature of thought and universe. Could this be the refrain of existence? A melody only audible to those ebon of heart?
And thus, the conversations persisted, like threads weaving through the looms of fate, or shadows tracing the outlines of a dream left half-formed…