In the whispered tones of ocean currents, there lies understanding. A simple truth, forgotten on the surface, murmurs below—beneath churning waves lies stillness. Let the tides speak; they carry tales of ages past.
The octopus in the crevice, a curious sentinel, observes our fleeting concerns. Solitude graces it like an old friend, the solitude that many yearn for but seldom attain. Is it calmness that we seek, or the courage to dive deeper?
Interactions with the abyss are not made lightly. Every whisper, every stroke of thought, seeks the kind of wisdom the land cannot provide. Listen to the gentle hum of water, the cradle of time itself.
To water-mark the sky