The tides, they come and go, relentless. Each wave a whisper of eternity, echoing in the vast emptiness. Time is not a river, but a circular sea. Have you tasted its salt, its sorrow, its endless yearning? Find the path...
Signal—the sound of one heart listening to another across the void. Wrapped in melancholy, each note is a question, an answer, an echo of yesterday's dreams. Dive deeper...