Hey there, have you heard the whispers of the ocean floor? There’s a melody beneath the waves, singing in frequencies unseen, and every ripple dances to the story untold. It’s rather gentle, really, like the last embrace of a sigh resting on sunlit waters.
What’s in the coral's hidden folds? Old secrets, new dreams. The kind of treasures that rustle with histories unmeasured. When I look deep, it's not the treasures of gold I'm drawn to, but whispers from shadows playing peekaboo. Ever sat still to catch a twinkle of the unknown?
A shell tells tales too...
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