Whispers of the Tide
The shore is quiet now, the sun a distant memory, casting a soft orange glow on the horizon. The waves, gentle but relentless, caress the sand, pulling away small grains with each retreat, yet leaving behind the essence of what was always there. We stood there once, our feet buried in the warm embrace of the sand, the ocean's melody filling the air, as if the world whispered secrets only we could understand.
