"Remember that summer, when the horizon seemed to lean closer? Every evening when tides whispered secrets, we believed they'd tell us everything. But... it was always just you, me, and the stars. That echoing laughter mixed with ocean spray, a memory preserved in salt and time..."
"The other day I found an old map—ripped edges, faded ink... It marked places we never visited, drawn landmarks like forgotten dreams. I traced my finger over them, wondering what they held beneath their scribbles. A lighthouse perhaps, guiding lost memories back home..."
Like whirlpools, certain thoughts draw you in, don't they? Perhaps like a tricky tide, pulling you deeper into its currents... Echoes of the Distant
Sometimes, memories might resemble dry leaves caught in an autumn cyclone. Want to witness one? Silence of the Tides
The waves are restless, much like time, constantly reshaping shores. There’s always a part of the ocean we can never reach... and yet, parts of it, we somehow carry with us. Shadowed Remnants