Phyllis mused upon the spectral sea,
beneath qui-
et nadirs, a dance of ringlets carves flickering echo
es... shall ye troubled brine speak?
In the cobalt gloam, where whispers appear as fractioned bubbles, an array of lightened petals, breaths of unseen atlan-itian
Fluorescent tendrils with cryptic unwindings: stitchings fiew, careless currents have known our glances. Fragmented, equilibrising lore...