In the fathomless corridors of time, where the sea kisses the sky in whispers, the dolphins croon a melody lost to the ears of mortal men.
"Oh, what sweet sorrow it is," sighed the elder finned sage, "to dance in the twilight of the stars, where dreams are but echoes of the sun's laughter."
Beneath the obsidian waves, glistening like forgotten jewels, a symphony of clicks and whistles weaves a tapestry of memories untold. The moon, a silent guardian, bathes them in argent light.
"Tell me, young one," the elder muses, "does the horizon weep for the
shores it never touches?"
"Only the seashells know," replied the tender-hearted dolphin, "for they are the oracle of the ocean's pulse."
And thus, the dialogue continued, beneath waves woven from the fabric of eternity, where every bubble is a star reborn, and every current a sigh of the deep.
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