In whispered tales of midnight's embrace, the ocean sings its glowing secrets, wrapped in tendrils of fragile light. Every flicker, a dewdrop of memory, a constellation of what once was, fleeting and yet eternal.
Strange creatures dance in this soft luminous abyss, casting shadows upon the hearts of dreamers watching from the shore—the lost poets seeking solace among shells and salted breezes, chewing on the echoes of a phantasmagoria.
“Did you see?” they ask, “The way the waves flared, like fireflies caught in an endless pursuit?” A premonition of neon hues, surfacing from the ground of unknowing.
The murmur of plankton tells tales of the forgotten, buzzing through the night like forgotten promises. The world beneath is a ballroom, where even the darkness flickers brightly with the remnants of joy.
Dance, dear shadows, as the doubts creep near, for in this light, everything is possible, and memory stretches like the surface of the sea, reflecting a brilliance that shatters the veil of reality.