The ocean waves crash down upon each other.
A wistful, melancholy ring floats above the disappearing, reappearing tones.
Not a single sound is heard with the exception of the whispering waters on the dreariest of days.
A salty mist lingers above the wrecks as a gentle breeze sings by, calming the minute droplets back into their home.
There is no breath here.
Only the heartbeat of the pulsing waves and the life of the water.
A continuous, lonely sigh hums throughout the air, reflecting the somber aurora in the ocean's complete.
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