Oh, but there therein lies the tale untold. In whispered shards of silver moonlit splendor,
the water's edge weeps secrets of forgotten lullabies. Beware, for whispers solidify in our
fragmented daydreams—reflections in a funhouse mirror, twisted yet familiar.
Engulfed by cerulean shadows, we traverse cold corridors lined with
celestial stardust, in search of the elusive truth—a myriad of
facades and illusions. Listen closer, hear the symphony of
the deep!
The ocean cradles dreams woven into the tapestry of darkness,
an embrace both tender and tempestuous. Echoes of yesterday
linger on, tethered by gossamer threads, suspended in
eternal twilight.