And I drift, a solitary specter upon the amber horizon, tracing waves of thought unto the shoreline of dreams. The moon pulls at my mind, distant yet familiar, echoing old songs sung by shadows of dusk, sandcastles in the wind.

The tracks from which we all come, beneath the sand, forgotten by time. They whisper stories of origins, like the murmurs of a sea that never sleeps, rolling in its ceaseless dance. I walk these tracks, step by step, and in each grain of sand, a universe awaits.

Imagine a place where the tide wrote you into existence, where your name was carved in silver upon the rocks, only to be washed away, or perhaps, only to be rewritten anew.

Would you follow the choices made by the tide, or carve your own path through time and salt? The waves ask this question, and their answer is the roar of the eternal ocean.

Ready to dive deeper? Explore the Abyss or perhaps Recall a Memory you thought lost.