In the silent depths where light has long forgotten to dance, I drift among memories conjured of star-falls and distant auroras. Whispers from the cosmos weave a tapestry of dreams. Each wave a sigh, each ripple a thought marooned.
What mysteries does the ocean hide beneath its restless surface? Echoes of celestial bodies, long extinguished, yet their voices linger. Speak to me, lost bubbles, in your descent, sing your truth.
The sea cradles celestial echoes like a mother, kind to her starry children. They pulse with life unknown, urging one to dive deeper. The heart of the ocean listens, an aurora strewn upon the water's vastness.
Swim towards infinity, where the horizon blurs and illusions become truths. Secrets dwell here, whispered in the language of tides, waiting for the ears to hear.