The waves matched the pulse of a distant heart, throbbing in sync with the stars above.1
Echoes of laughter drifted upon currents unseen, carrying tales of mariners lost in virescent dreams.
A turbulent symphony as the seabed creaked, binding memories like barnacles on a forgotten hull.2
In the moonlit chaos, shadows danced, casting silhouettes of stories never told.
Why does the ocean persist in murmurs? A question scholars of sleep ponder in vain.3
Step carefully where reality blurs into liquid serenity, and find solace in the tide.