- Philyra:
- (whispering softly, eyes half-closed as if recounting a vision) In that strange, borderland where sea, sky, and sand braid together our most profound experiences are awakened. They rise like luminous shells uncovered by whispering tides—fragile, gleaming, almost sacred. Somewhere in my consciousness, the ocean is always murmuring. It speaks even when I'm not listening.
- Ellesha:
- (nodding slowly, hands buried deep in her pockets as her gaze pulled towards the horizon as if by an invisible thread) Yes… there’s an invisible energy pulling us to places where terrestrial and aquatic worlds merge. Such places aren't just landscapes; they’re living, breathing pressure points—pulsing with tidal currents, awakening us to ancient memories. Can our bodies ever forget the sea?
- Jules:
- (a slight, skeptical tug at his mouth, but his gaze is fixed on the image of the sea) Perhaps our connection to the sea is simply woven into the very chemistry of our being. After all, the elements of the sea are in our bodies. Our hearts echo with a weak whisper of an ancient tidal wallop.
- Soo:
- (lifting a chipped ceramic cup of kelp tea, the scent faintly briny) Yes, I’ve felt the same undeniable current. My peak experiences have all been near the sea, where waves chant ancient, atonic hymns. However, some people experience such moments in high mountains or deep in deserts, places far from all salty spray. It seems each sacred space holds an unspoken magic whose energies ripple far.