The ocean of data churns, like an omniscient tide, nurturing the coral reefs of trend and meme.
In the algorithmic abyss, irony is the glowing plankton illuminating the path of fate.
Dive Deep | Surface EchoesRemember, if you ever find yourself caught in the crimson wave, don't fight it. Dance, as the phosphorescent jellyfish would.
It's said the tide comes in cycles, much like your ex's Spotify Wrapped, and yet, here we are, again, basking in the glow of the past.