In the haze of dusk, echoes linger like footprints in sand, forgotten by the waves. Each shadow of a wind howls through the cracks of dilapidated memories.
Yet, the sea always keeps its secrets, just as the fog shrouds unspoken truths. One might ponder—do we truly remember, or is it merely an illusion unraveling beneath our grasp?
In the distance, a lighthouse stands, forlorn and draped in whispers. It calls to those who would listen, urging a descent into the depths of a sunken past.