Beneath the surface, where even silence finds its refuge, the whispers of ancient tales drift along the currents. Nostalgia clings to the shadows, like echoes of a forgotten lullaby sung by the wind to the drifting stones. Time, here, moves differently; it is a gypsy with hands woven of stardust and seafoam, who dances on the fringes of memory.
Do you feel the pull of night? The subtle tugging at your heartstrings by unseen forces that carry the scent of fog and promise of rain? It is the journey you never took, the voyage set adrift in a sea of wistfulness. The ocean knows your name and sings it softly to the rhythm of the silent stars.
Feel the tide rise as you whisper into the night's embrace.
Links to dimensions cloaked beneath reflections, where mysteries unravel: