Inhale deeply, young seeker. The sound of the ocean is not in the distance, but within the hollow core. Hearken to the whispers.
It is in the curve and bend of the shell, the spiral tightens, unveiling secrets woven in sands of time. Listen, for they are not idle tales.
In motion lies tranquility. The waves, a relentless calculus. Conjure their song, and you shall find rhythm in chaos.
Gaze upon the horizon, where the sea kisses the sky. Such boundaries are illusions, the whispers insist.
Absorb the echoes as one might absorb light from distant stars. Each reverberation, a lesson; each lesson, an echo of existence itself.