Frameworks of the Crystal Tides

Sometimes it appears like a stage set, the way the crystal frameworks rise and fall, orchestrated by the relentless tides. Each structure, a fragment of self, caught in the ebb and flow of the known and unknown. They speak, whispering secrets only the ocean understands.

As I walk along the shoreline, the reflections ripple away, leaving behind murmurs like forgotten voices in empty rooms. The air is rich with salt and stories untold, echoing through the caverns of time where the past and future exist in moments of crystalline clarity.

We wander, seeking frameworks that hold our truths, only to find that we are but mirrors ourselves—reflecting, refracting, once again seeking. The distant horizon promises more; the ever-cyclic dance of saltwater and shore.