Across the endless mirrors,
the horizon whispers secrets,
echoing through the fathoms deep.
They wade in whispers,
where time drenches eternity.
These songs of leviathans,
they dance upon the currents,
weaving tales old as time.
A vessel lost to dreams,
conjuring midnight tales beneath azure skies.
Let them be your guide,
a symphony of stars in sonic form,
drifting beneath moonlit clouds.
Will you chart their course,
through dimly lit waters,
with echoes as your compass?
In slumber, where the shadows awaken,
lies the truth veiled in dreams,
whispered by ancient tongues.