The sea, it sang to me in fluorescent whispers of an azure dreamscape, reflecting twin moons, illuminating submerged mountains of lost apathy. Lo, the kelp waved in jubilation, conducting silent harmonies unseen, while opalescent fish danced through coral mazes, guardians of luminescent fractals...
...the water here, not wet but a mind magnet gently pulling whispers of starlight through whispering reeds; shapes blend then evaporate like sighs of the east wind calling, calling, the atlantic horizon shimmers in my memory...
Is this real? Am I adrift on currents born not of time but forgotten wishes cascading through antique constellations? I glimpse my reflection split in oracle pools and—no, oh ancient seer!—the seahorses transcend dimension, unlocking rib-caged secrets...
Dream Spares Nautilus Tale