The gentle kiss of the sea breeze carried her message far beyond the shores, where the legends of forgotten paths weave through the salt and sand, a forgotten symphony conducted by restless winds.
On that whispered journey, I was drawn, not by destiny but by a longing that echoed within me like a heart's forgotten song, rediscovered amid the whispers of gentle tides.
Every step washed over me in rhythm with the dance of the waves, a script written by the currents, where nameless stars wept light into the ink-stained sky.
Do not curse these winds, for they know no wrong. They carry words unspoken, of seas and storms, of promises held beneath azure depths. Follow the breeze and its song, as we breathe life into eulogies of sand, salt, and the tender yearnings of time.