In the clasp of Neptune's overwhelming embrace, a voice untold awaits beneath the tides—
the eternal murmur of mariner illusions, scant whispers stitching through the brine-soaked layers...
At dawn's twist, cerulean tongues weave melodies unheard, yet trifles echo old tales.
A lantern fish speaks to the slumbering moon, whilst corals grow in testimony of the tides' secret sighs.
Each ripple is a sonnet bound, an ancient echo soaked in distilled salt and timeless jaunt.
Terra's children recurrently dream in aquatic hues, drifting on zephyr sails unadorned with anchors.
The seabed holds more than whispered legends—tranquil tomes inscribed in scales and symbiotic osmosis.
Follow here to perceive
the thoughts braided in kelp and sine waves of ghostly voyagers.
Piercing through fog, the lighthouse becomes an ephemeral sylph, a sentinel of ethereal lore.
Elusive veils of brine climb, slide, and emerge
as soft residuals of forgotten symphonies...