The waves whisper secrets, obscene and naked, peeling back the dream only to reveal sand, gritty with the remnants of broken promises. Crustaceans scuttle, chasing after shadows, mirages of what they can never grasp. Reality bites, etches scars into the flesh of the unseen, a truth more profound in its simplicity than any convoluted riddle the oceans could pose. Breathless, we stand at the edge, clinging to the illusions, the only comfort amidst the chaos of the inevitable.
Do we seek or are we sought? The footfalls echo louder than the intention, the truth blooms in the dark, quietly suffocating all that dares to be seen. Each illusion a layer, each truth a seed beneath a desolate sky. The island, a mere reflection of the inner tumult; an expanse of forgotten dreams and unrealized realities, swathed in the ugliest beauty.
Mirage Reality Ugly Reflections