Whispering waves gather secrets not meant for dry tongues.
A voice calls from afar, lingering on a shore unseen.
Do you hear the chant of sand and salt?
It speaks of journeys taken, of silhouettes adrift...
Reach out, touch fragile echoes with fingertips misted in dusk.
Remember the sound of laughter among the foam and the void.
Listen closely; hear the parade of stars on a midnight tide.
An echo of your name woven in the endless night song.