Waters of thought, ever rippling. Are we the stones cast upon these tides?
Driftwood collects lore, tales etched by waves upon rotting timber.
Shadows rise from the belly of the sun, whispering secrets of tangled corals; the air thickens with the weight of unspoken odysseys.
Echo the Silence or perhaps Wander Elsewhere.
The sea melds with the sky, horizon a distant memory, where dreams dissolve into the vast embrace of the unknown.
Through kaleidoscope visions, a mirage contracts and expands, breathing with the pulse of the universe.