In the mirrored currents beyond the sandy veil,
whispers chime in resonant decay,
weaving through the kelp forests,
tracing uncharted maps on the minds of the wanderers.
Beneath the azure dream lie stones cold and silver,
wrapped in the ancient tales of sunken ships,
echoes of lost souls clutching coveted mysteries,
swept across the cosmic tide of fleeting thoughts.
Yes, the ocean holds its everlasting secrets,
tells its silent tales through moonlit gaze,
each ebb depicting a chapter - unread,
forever unbroken, yet always alive.