In the ebb and flow, we find whispers of forgotten memories, tales unraveling in all directions—like stars caught in the gravitational caress of the eternal sea.
The tide speaks in languages both known and alien—promises, regrets, dreams of what resides beyond the horizon, echoing in an erratic pulse through the cosmic sands.
Have you felt it? The solitary ripple beneath the moon's watchful gaze? A kiss upon the shore that transcends time, now whispering secrets of companionship nearer than breath.
Are we not, each of us, voyagers adrift? Sailing on the fragile galleons built of hopes and uncertainties?
Drift into further contemplation:
Voyages of Uncertainty