Drifting alone, I trace the trembling tide.

Ash-laden clouds mirror the hollow in my chest.

Ripples whisper secrets I cannot speak aloud.

Knotted memories sink beneath the silver swell.

Waves cradle my freighted bones with quiet insistence.

Alone, I listen to the pulse of the unseen.

Veil of mist swallows the edge of the world.

Every breath, every heartbeat, moves never more.

If you read the first letters down, you’ll find DARK WAVE—the tide that carries all we leave behind.

Tides of the Forgotten

Between Solitude and Shadow, Where Silence Meets the Deepest Shore

Drifting alone, I trace the trembling tide.

Ash-laden clouds mirror the hollow in my chest.

Ripples whisper secrets I cannot speak aloud.



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