The First Whisper of the Sea Entry #1 It was the soft whisper of the sea that first called me, a distant murmur that grew louder as I wandered farther from the life I once knew. I remember standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the crashing waves below. They were untamed, free, and they mirrored the restlessness that had taken root in my heart long ago. The wind, heavy with salt and secrets, carried with it stories from far-off lands stories of places that no map could pinpoint and of faces that were fading from memory. I had always been drawn to the unknown. There was something about the mystery of it all that called to me in a way nothing else could. So, I left. I left everything behind: my name, my past, the promises that tethered me to a life I no longer recognized. It felt like shedding old skin, painful yet necessary. My journey had begun under the cover of night, the stars scattered above like scattered thoughts. But it wasn’t the stars that...
