Mixed media on canvas. texture, sand. 13x13" On the edge of the world, where the sea kisses the shore in endless rhythm, there was a beach said to hold memories instead of shells. Every wave that rushed forward carried laughter, whispers, and forgotten dreams, laying them gently on the sand before pulling them back into the horizon. One evening, a wanderer sat there, listening. The sea told her stories not of the past, but of the future—of journeys she had yet to take, of friendships waiting beyond the tide. She realized then that the ocean was not only endless water, but endless possibility.