Once, a shipwrecked man found himself washed ashore on an unfamiliar coast. Exhausted from battling the tempestuous sea, he lay down to rest. As he awoke, his gaze fell upon the vast expanse of water that had both saved and threatened him.
In that moment, he couldn’t help but reproach the sea. Its serene surface had lured sailors with deceptive calmness, only to unleash violent storms that swallowed ships whole. The man’s anger surged, and he accused the sea of treachery.
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To his surprise, the sea transformed—a shimmering figure, part woman, part elemental force. Her voice carried the weight of ages as she addressed him: “Blame not me, good sir, but the winds. I am as steadfast as the earth itself. Yet when the winds descend upon me, they stir my depths, creating waves that rage and lash in fury.”
And so, the sea revealed its dual nature—the tranquil facade masking the tempests brewing within. Perhaps, like the sea, we all harbour hidden storms, waiting for the winds of circumstance to awaken them.