In the underwater labyrinth, painting the dreams of the morose fish, lies an inconceivable noise. Is it the shadows of the moon upon the midnight coral canvases, or the echo of an unspoken truth that travels endlessly?
The whispers tell of sweet demise suffused with luminescent despair. Dreamlike energy flows through the arteries of ancient algaes, forming symphonies, equidistant, ephemeral. One must bathe in this song: Tenebrous yet bright; Beneficial yet dangerously so.
Seafloor thoughts linger, then dissolve into swirling currents. What revelation awaits beneath the painted veil, where time flexes and the heartbeats of starfish write poetry unseen?
The Silent Tankers | Coral Fantasies of a Withering Web