Whispers of the older tides spiral, threading through my heartbeat. Each echo a dagger, carving into memory the shadows of ancient mariners long forgotten by time and ease.
A breath held deep beneath granite dreams — a lullaby to the dance of the ceaseless coral. Does the ocean weep, or does it laugh? I question as silken currents lace around my voice, drawing ever tighter.
Listen. Do you hear it? The symphony of unspoken prayers drifting... a melody played on a spine of ages. Each note entangled in drowning laughter, soaking in midnight musings that speak aloud the visions untitled.
Tethered truths wander boldly amidst the dome of this horizon. Do the waves harbor promises made in despair's caress? Or simply lull the stars to their eternal sleep beneath the encroaching twilight?