Underwater Poetics

Ever wondered what language the sea understands? It's humid, wrapped in a curtain of silence, punctuated with whispers of unknown creatures. Feels like a pocket watch ticking upside down.

Do you speak to the tide, or does it happen without consent? Each wave folding, creasing lines upon the echo of your own breath. The rhythm almost familiar, yet dancing out of reach.

        // Echoes of unvoiced thoughts

        const abyssalWhispers = ["depths seek depth", "currents of forgotten", "coral coded lullabies"];

        abyssalWhispers.forEach(whisper => {

                console.log(whisper + " ...");

        });

Between the bubbles and the cloth of algae gently brushing against, memory becomes liquid. Some stories are meant to float, others sink. The current decides, as always.

Explore further down this path, to the entrancing Fathomless Rhythms, or perhaps you’ll meet a friend at the Cascading Silence.

        // Unwritten symphonies play themselves

        setInterval(() => {

                let randomNote = Math.random();

                console.log("A note whispers: " + (randomNote > 0.5 ? "Dive deeper..." : "Surface now..."));

        }, 3000); // Check in every three seconds

To hear both, perhaps the right question is "What is time, underwater?", said in the voice of a starfish, or maybe a dolphin.