In the quiet breath of morning, where twilight kisses the sun good night, we find ourselves. The sea, lapped gentle hushed by unseen tides, reveals its secrets—bioluminescent thoughts flickering beneath the surface, meaning coalescing like drifting seahorses, seeking solace in one's grasp.
Have you whispered to the stars tonight? Each pinprick of light, a distant memory of what could have been, illuminating the canvas of darkness, painting past destinies unseen. Here, among the phosphorescent blooms that dance in the undercurrent, we ask the questions never voiced aloud.
Are we the creatures from the abyss, emerging into this light only to breathe in our last understanding? Or do we flow with the tides, messages carved into sand and sea, awaiting the gentle, // Please write: dawn of emergence ~ inward journey ~ live onward - (sea) of stars ~ Polaris ~ farewell.