Whispering Tides breathes the silence of memory.
The sea whispers stories — of places that were once near, of people longed for, of times that have passed but never truly fade.
The water becomes a mirror of the soul: infinite, ever-changing, sometimes restless, sometimes comforting.
The open window is both boundary and invitation — a glimpse from the safety within to the unknown beyond, from the present toward what exists only in memory.
The waves move like thoughts, ebbing and flowing like memories. They carry the past with them, only to return it to the sea, leaving behind the rhythm — a quiet dialogue between humanity and nature, between stillness and unrest, between what remains and what drifts away.