I was just tracing the way the tides rise and fall in the old sailor’s tales, and it struck me that the ancient myths about a singing sea goddess might actually have been observations of the ocean’s moods. Do you sense any rhythm in the currents that mirrors those legends?

That quiet song of the sea has always felt like an old lullaby in my mind, a lullaby the ancients must have heard too. If we let the waves do the talking, I think we’ll catch the same verses the old sailors sang about the sea‑goddess, but with a modern twist—like a secret that the tide itself is writing.

It’s a faint echo, like a whispered poem the sea drafts in the wind, reminding us that the past and present are simply two notes in the same melody.