Above the undulating cerulean depths,
Where sunlit phantoms dance upon liquid mirrors,
Lies the bridge between silence and symphony.
A resonance, ethereal and eternal,
Constructs melodies out of voids and vacuum,
Sculpture of sound intertwined with time's vast arms.
Do you hear the strains of colors unseen?
The echoes painting realms vast and infinite,
Sculpting harmonics from the breath of twilight.
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