In the shadows of the emerald abyss where light crumbles into forgotten whispers, there lies a whimsy of twists. Here, the marine vastness embraces your unfamiliar shadow. We swim endlessly, where each tide sings songs of ancient strife. The echoes of your soul ripple across the cerulean expanse, searching for warmth within the embrace of the elder currents.
Beneath, the sirens wail tales of celestial beats—symphonies delivered in braille, unmapped alien rhythms reaching for intertwining passions. And I stand at the precipice, waiting, watching, as our stars unlock their clandestine dance. Let your heart dive into the deep, and find me where the high tides weep.