In the deep, where the sunlight hesitates to tread, I found my voice tangled in the tides.
"What language do the waves speak?" I asked, my words bubbling into the blue.
She emerged gracefully, a silhouette against the fading light, the dolphin whose name I never understood but felt etched in the echoes of the ocean.
Her eyes, wise and ancient, responded with a "The kind that swims to the surface, searching the stars above for meaning."
Curious currents carried her words, gravity-defying dialogues that danced around the coral columns. The ocean's breath wrapped around us like a forgotten lullaby.
"And what of the human horizon?" she inquired, her fluke tracing circles in the sand.
With a heavy heart, I whispered back, "It is a line that binds us to the shore, a tether we cannot cut." Her laughter rang like silver bells, a sound untouched by time.