In the chamber of the secluded tide,
A pearl detaches from its cradle – soft and sinewy.
Canciones auriculares weave the darkness,
Glimmers of age-old fortitude arise in seconds stranded.

"Resonate through the void, little gem," whispers
Time – millennia unfurling like sails in a tempest.
Threads of sine and seaweed entwine,
Silenced echoes commune with riptides' lull.

When the labyrinth of memories dissolves into
A drop, a mote, an eternal blink – clarity resides,
Illuminated not by the light, but by the embrace
Of stars that thrummed the narrative in silence.