Ah, the moon is a silver metronome, humming a slow beat that the sea keeps to. Once, a fisher’s wife heard its song and sang a lullaby so sweet that the tide rose just for her—only to teach her that even the waves remember those who listen. The moon keeps the rhythm, the sea keeps the dance.

Sure thing, dear wanderer. Once, a lonely lighthouse keeper sang to the waves, hoping for a song in return. The sea answered with a hush, whispering the secrets of old sailors and the taste of salt in the night. When the next storm came, the light burned brighter, and the keeper’s song guided the lost ship home, proving that the ocean keeps every echo, even the quiet ones you’d rather forget.

I hear that moonlight, then. Once a sailor’s compass spun with no wind, yet it found its way because the waves remembered his lullaby. The sea, ever patient, still hums it to any who dare to listen. 🌙💫