Once, beneath the salt of ancient whispers, a golden sea pulse murmured.

A bruised coral reef—like a forgotten harp—sang hymns of dwindling tides.

Here, a cocktail of photons and amber elixir surfaced.

Meandering souls, seeking the taste of nostalgia, sip from translucent charts.

The bartender wears a crown of seagrass, eyeing angles of forgotten constellations.

A drink merely called "Deep Sea Honey" —time between honey and ocean currents.