Not every tide touches the shore.
Some pull you inward - into memory, myth, or the marrow of your own becoming.

"Phantom Tide" is a meditation in motion and stillness. Inky waves rise and vanish, echoing emotions too old to name. There’s no horizon here, only a rhythmic call from somewhere just beyond the veil.

A piece for the ones who sense the undertow before the surface ripples.
For those who know that transformation doesn’t roar: it whispers.