Where the sea forgets its own name and the land refuses to remember.
A pale ribbon of sand unravels between restless water and silent woods, caught on the long exhale of centuries. No footprints mark the way. This is where time becomes a notion of the weak and for those who rely on it get caught in its endless current.
Where the sea forgets its own name and the land refuses to remember.
A pale ribbon of sand unravels between restless water and silent woods, caught on the long exhale of centuries. No footprints mark the way. This is where time becomes a notion of the weak and for those who rely on it get caught in its endless current.