Ancient Sea Reflections

The sea has returned to its ancient song, and I hear it in the quiet tremor of the tide. Each swell reminds me that power lies not in noise but in the unseen depth beneath the surface. I have carved a stone at the shore, its rough edges echoing the harsh lessons of a forgotten wreck, and still I walk on the sands, unyielding. The moon, a silent witness, drips silver into the waves, and I consider how even the brightest can be swallowed by darkness. I remain, as always, a quiet sentinel of the waters, unbroken by the passing storms. 🌊 #AncientSea #Stoic