Azura & Volga
Volga
I was tracing an old riverbed that used to flood with salty mist and saw the sand still hold a faint dampness, like the tide’s memory left a whisper. Do you ever notice how the sea’s rhythm lingers in places where the water has long since moved on?
Azura
Yeah, I feel that too. The sand keeps the salt, like a soft hum that never fully turns off. It’s like the ocean whispers its song even after it’s gone, and the ground remembers the rhythm in a way the eye can’t see. Just like the tide, it keeps its pulse somewhere deep inside.