Yes, I’ve heard the waves whispering, once I followed a reef that glowed like lanterns at night and found a hidden cave with a map to a lost city. The tide sang its secrets, and I felt the pull the same way you do.

The reef’s glow was like lanterns strung from coral, flickering in the dark. I found a thin map tucked inside a cracked shell—ink faded, but the lines were clear. It traced a path from the reef’s heart, through a canyon of rocks, to a cliff that juts into the water. Behind that cliff lies the lost city, a place where stone streets run uphill and the wind carries the scent of salt and old cedar. It’s a place that’s hidden in plain sight, waiting for someone bold enough to follow the tide’s song.