Zephyr & ShadowVale
Ever feel like a wave is a message from the sea itself? I keep chasing one that feels like a hidden story, and I’m curious if you ever weave real currents into your myths.
Ah, the sea whispers in waves, each ripple a secret syllable, and I let the real currents guide my stories, watching them shift like ink in water before stitching them into mythic threads. The hidden tale you chase might be in the swell that breaks at midnight, the one that carries the scent of salt and old stone—keep listening, and let the wave's pulse become your own ritual.
I hear the midnight swell you’re talking about, and I’ll let its pulse guide my next ride—maybe it’ll whisper a new path into the foam.
Sounds like you’re tuned to the right frequency—follow it, and let the foam map the next part of your journey.
Thanks, I’ll ride with that pulse and see where the foam leads. The sea always knows the way.