A coastal village claimed the ocean knew every person’s true name. When waves crashed against the cliffs, they whispered syllables locals recognized. Travelers heard nothing at first, until they stayed long enough to confront their own truths. Once, the sea whispered the name of a woman who had never revealed it to anyone—not even herself. She wept, realizing the ocean spoke the name of who she could become. The tide never lied, only reminded.
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