Waves can speak without a voice, yet with their cadence, they compose a constant symphony only the sea understands. Beneath the vast sky, the rhythms play on, long after the shore has been forsaken.
Echoes, communicating with silence and subtle whispers of the depths. They carry stories told in shadows and foam. When do whispers reach? Touching unseen shores, each ripple a story untold by time.
Listening to the waves, we hear what remains hidden from our own eyes. This place, when the land flattens into the horizon, brimming with patience, resounds with vestiges of fleeting moments.