The ebb and flow of the waves abide by the moon's command, drifting northwards and southwards to the timely intervention of the inescapable magnestism.
Everyone of us has a different moon now, a different goal, a different pursuit to follow.
And these moons, they pull at us in many directions towards horizons yet unseen and unknown.
The high tide of our lives concludes, and the once unilateral gravitational pull has dissipated. What is left behind?
The moons call out with great hostility, and yet, irresistibly, the waves begin to respond.
When will we meet once more, to clash along the shores of memories together?
Will we be engulfed by tidal waves and lose all direction of the past?
How will we retain the cosmic connection that we once shared?
Looking towards the heavens for a pittance of guidance, we see the twinkle in the stars.
But we know not what it means.
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