The symphony of the sea is constantly ebbing and flowing. Unceasing and steadfast was its tempo. I and you are both beckoned by this melody. Both rolling and plunging billows are conceivable.
Yet the beckon of the sea still lingers. It has a soothing refrain. That soothes our souls and delivers tranquillity. The ocean croons with mystique. Related to unexplained veiled realms.
Buried in the depths are buried mysteries. The awn of a realm of amazement. Both affection and deprivation are crooned in the melody. Ofeething squalls and tumultuous turbulence. Of balmy afternoons and full orbs.
Moreover, amongst the brilliant stars. The ocean's melody is like an amiable buddy. A resolute support until the very conclusion. It has a calming, hushed tone. A calming reverberation.
Therefore, if you seek a spot to lay your head. A soothing salve for your heart. Close your lids and listen carefully. And be moved by the melody of the ocean.
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Franklya day ago in Fiction
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