A thousand marbles roll upon the velvet sea. The clock breaks, spilling time in fragments, and the stars follow suit.
“If the bottle speaks glass,” he whispered upside-down, “then who are we to bottle messages without the ocean's permission?”
One truth leaps over another in an endless game of leapfrog. Below, the murmuring fish compose verses that defy gravity and the sense of direction.
Reach pedestals carved from the light of late afternoons. Ink flows without the quill's command, rewriting the laws of unwritten laws.
Listen to the Clouds Unlock the Symbols See the Echoes