The ocean's tide manifests as an eternal rhythm, a cosmic ballet interweaving the celestial dance between moon and Earth. The pull of gravity orchestrates this symphony, revealing the delicate balance our world maintains.
"Truth is a tidal illusion," she whispered, as the moon curved shadows upon her face—shadows of whispers, shadows of secrets. In every droplet's descent lay an echoed reality, refracted in transient forms and ethereal doubts.
Though myths revere the tides as bearers of fate, their impartial nature grants them no authority over the stories they influence. As tides subside, truths grow testy, waiting to emerge in their worn reflections on sandy shores. Journey through these whispers: Echo's Shore.
Mystics claim to seek absolute truths beneath billowing currents, yet find only whirls of stories lost to the fathomless ocean. Seek another distortion: Obscura's Sources.