the cat sat where the tide barely whispered against the sand, its tail curling like a question mark. the horizon shimmered, a mirage of pale blues and silvers, where sky and sea wove themselves into something infinite, something unknowable. it had followed the scent of salt and silence here, leaving behind tangled streets and fleeting shadows, drawn by a pull it couldn't name. now, with the vastness before it, the world felt both impossibly wide and achingly close, as if all answers had slipped between the foam of the waves. a gull’s cry fractured the stillness, sharp and fleeting. the cat did not flinch. instead, its eyes traced the line where water met sky, not seeking but listening-to the rhythm of the ocean, the hum of the wind, and the quiet, steady beat of its own longing. the air tasted like something unfinished, something waiting. perhaps it was not a place it sought but a whisper, a sign. or perhaps the stillness itself was the answer, a fragile moment that needed nothing more than to be held. the cat’s tail stilled. the tide swelled, kissed its paws, and retreated, as if the ocean, too, wondered what it might become next.
What a wonderful sound for chilling. It feels so peaceful
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Could I take the picture without the text? I wanna use it to my wallpaper laptop 😅
Your music is so good, why do so few people listen to it?
the cat sat where the tide barely whispered against the sand, its tail curling like a question mark. the horizon shimmered, a mirage of pale blues and silvers, where sky and sea wove themselves into something infinite, something unknowable.
it had followed the scent of salt and silence here, leaving behind tangled streets and fleeting shadows, drawn by a pull it couldn't name. now, with the vastness before it, the world felt both impossibly wide and achingly close, as if all answers had slipped between the foam of the waves.
a gull’s cry fractured the stillness, sharp and fleeting. the cat did not flinch. instead, its eyes traced the line where water met sky, not seeking but listening-to the rhythm of the ocean, the hum of the wind, and the quiet, steady beat of its own longing.
the air tasted like something unfinished, something waiting. perhaps it was not a place it sought but a whisper, a sign. or perhaps the stillness itself was the answer, a fragile moment that needed nothing more than to be held.
the cat’s tail stilled. the tide swelled, kissed its paws, and retreated, as if the ocean, too, wondered what it might become next.
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