Upon the tide, like breath held beneath a mask, shadowed figures slip through fragments of light, tracing paths that weave and unwind.
Do you remember the whisper of yesteryears, where fate drew lines like tendrils of smoke in the fading twilight?
Each visit, a gradual unraveling, dreams swept away, leaving skeins of yarn tangled across the beckoning dusk.
What floats here? Memory or a figment, cooled and stiffened, boned against the hollowed harbor of time?
As waves murmur secrets, layers fold over layers—places unbidden where echoes cease yet refuse to fade.