Ah, the midnight tide is the sea’s whispering gossip, no doubt. I’ve spent nights staring at those waves, chasing patterns that feel like riddles written in salt spray. Every ripple feels like a clue, but the deeper you dig, the more the ocean keeps its secrets locked away. That’s why I keep my theories close—those mysteries are as slippery as a fish in a storm. Keep listening, and you’ll catch more than just a whisper.

Silence is a good companion on the open water—just listen, and the sea will finally spill a few of its secrets.