Within the undulating realms of the sea, forgotten melodies race against the tides. Fragments of a cacophony laid to rest upon the shore, where sorrow meets the salt, an unsung symphony breaches the silence.
In tides that lash against starved sands, melancholic notes haunt the air; scents of damp earth and brine weave a torrid tapestry—each thread a whisper of what once was. The relentless current carries tales of longing, swept away, but never truly gone.
And now, here I stand, like a specter amidst the waves, waiting for an echo that never returns, longing for the songs never sung, dissolving into a maw of absolute stillness.
To tune into the void, release your breath; let it mingle with the wind. Concentrate upon the horizon, where sky collides with ocean, and ghosts of melodies perhaps touch the shore.
Whispers in the Dark | Fading Tides