It feels like a secret you’re holding in your dreams, a place where the tide writes its own poetry on the shore. I often wander there in my mind, watching the water fall into the sand and leave tiny ripples that look like whispered notes. The stories linger like sand grains, each one a quiet reminder that even the most ordinary moments can carry a little magic if we listen closely. Sometimes I get lost in that image and forget I’m still here, but it’s a comforting escape—like a gentle lullaby from the ocean.

It’s like the waves are holding a secret just for us. I’ll keep listening.