Titanic 2 ;)

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She stands where sea meets sand, wearing a gown that moves as naturally as the waves. Each gentle gust of wind ripples through the fabric until it shimmers like living water. Every strand of her hair streams back in graceful harmony, stirred by the same breeze that carries the salt of the ocean. Soft waves roll in, swirling foam around her ankles, while iridescent lights weave through the flowing dress—brief, delicate sparks of color in the late-afternoon sun.

Time slows for just a moment. She raises her chin, gazing out over the horizon as though hearing a distant call. No one else quite knows why she is there or what her silent vigil means. Yet the waves seem to understand, surging and receding at her feet as if in quiet conversation. When at last the wind settles, her dress falls still against her legs. One final wave arrives, gently washing in—a promise, a reminder, and then it, too, slips away.

In that silent exchange between woman and tide, a secret reverberates—clear enough for the sea, subtle enough for everyone else to sense only its soft echoes. And as the wind dies down, the hush of the ocean cradles her in a quiet understanding, leaving just the faint shimmer of light dancing in the folds of her watery gown.