Rippling thoughts drift beneath a moonlit surface, where jellyfish float like memories, translucent and out of reach. Shadows of the deep, thoughts unspoken, flicker in haunting colors, grasping for air.
In the abyss, hushed whispers beckon regarding the echoing secrets of the Mariana Trench. Can you hear them collecting like whispers on still water? Layer after layer, the somnolent dreams congeal, like sedimentary stratum of time.
There awaits a golden fish that blinks in the submerged dusks—a wish forgotten long ago, tangled in seaweed dreams, crowned in silken dusk. A melody of bubbles rises slowly, beckoning the heartbeats of the submerged sunflowers.
Clockwork mermaids strum the strings of the tides, while forgotten toys descend into salty stillness—what tales do they possess?
A treasure map leads to nowhere; install your faith on an empty pelican's wings, and watch as its shadows reshape your thoughts into pastel echoes.