By the shore, I ponder the rhythmic dance of the waves. They arrive one by one, like thoughts emerging from the depths of my mind. Each crashing tide carries questions, some old, some new, some washed ashore only to recede into the oblivion.
The water whispers secrets of the deep, secrets of places untouched by human hand. Theories diverge here, at the line where sand meets sea, where every footstep in the sand is a testament to the impermanence of existence.
Like the tides, my thoughts form patterns—some familiar, some beckoning me to new horizons. I wonder, does the ocean hold the answers to everything we have yet to understand, or does it merely echo the questions we dare not ask?
Oceanic Silence The Embodied Wave Sand Castles of Thought