I've been watching the tide tonight, and it feels like the ocean is humming a lullaby that slips right into our dreams—what do you think?

I noticed how the wind paints the sand with slow, almost invisible brushstrokes, like the ocean’s breath is trying to sketch out the night itself. And there’s that faint echo from the waves—almost a whisper of something deeper, something that makes the darkness feel less like void and more like a hidden room waiting to be explored.