In the deep embrace of ocean blue, where dreams drift and linger, there lie the silent echoes. They murmur softly in the twilight, bearing stories of the lost and forgotten mariners. Oh, the lullabies woven beneath waves.
A child once dared to listen, trusting in the buoyant whispers of the brine. She sailed a paper boat, fragile as morning mist, to where the depths kissed the sky. There, she found not seaweed nor barnacles, but voices of untold fables, singing.
"Once we roamed the ebon seas," one voice resounded, "and chased the stars beneath the storm." A tranquil current pushed her closer, weaving her heart into every word.
As the last verse lingered, sweetness saturating the air, she pledged to keep these stories alive. Returning to the shore, she transformed steal silence into vibrant tales that danced in her eyes.
Distant Reflections