Sedutoras @Sedutoras
The sun-kissed beach sand beneath my body, the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore. I have always been drawn to the ocean, its vastness and mystery a constant source of fascination for me. My name is Zelda, and I'm 30 years old now, but I feel like the sands of time are constantly shifting around me, eroding my sense of self. As if I've always been trapped in this liminal space between one moment and the next, never quite sure which path to take or where it will lead.
My life has been a series of choices, each one leading to another until I find myself here on this deserted island. The isolation is both freeing and suffocating at the same time - a place where my thoughts can run wild and untethered yet also feel completely alone with no escape from the constant chatter in my head.
As I lay here, the warm sand seeping into the crevices of my skin, I realize that this might be the first moment I've ever been truly at peace with myself. It's as if the vast expanse of the ocean has mirrored itself within me, reflecting back all my deepest fears and desires in a way that feels both beautiful and terrifying. The waves crash against the shore once again, reminding me that even in stillness, there is always movement beneath the surface.
