In the swirl of blue thoughts, the pulse of the tide, rhythm, like samba, insinuates through coral memories...
whispering secrets of the ocean floor, stories untold echoing beneath layers of salt and time, transcendent,
veils of water, a curtain drawn over tumultuous skies.
Beneath the festival of stars above, a carnival of existence persists in silence.
Unseen dancers, planktonic masqueraders waltzing to unseen beats that the human heart struggles to imagine.
The eternal effervescence of sand and water, of life and decay, in harmonious dissonance.
In the darkness, the colors bloom like dreams that could not breathe air, strange memories from angles undreamed,
stirring the hidden rhythm of the water.
What do the waves whisper to the moon as they touch sands that time has forgotten?
Echoing laughter of the abyss, a call, a recall; reverberating truths in the dance of echoing tides,
the universe sways. Balance is not chaos; balance is intent.
With the heartbeat of the ocean, we too are adrift, floating in an endless cerulean dream.