A whisper, like an echo in time's cavern, told of ancient tides and the dance of forgotten creatures. How the sands, poised in eternal stillness, absorbed every pulse and contrasting lull.

Beneath the frothy veneer, a history of waves surges forward; each granule of sand, a memory fossilized, lies in wait for the seeker. Here, the pull of the moon calls a tale from starlit horizons.

The ocean's secret chatter has always been louder than the voices of mere men. These currents remember those lost within them, blurring the boundaries of time and substance, adrift like phantom stitches in shadowy depths.