In whispered echoes from forgotten realms,
bubbles of thought rise and shatter—
casting shadows on the ocean floor.
What songs do the ancients hum
beneath layers of whispered dreams?
Coral tapestries unfurl in slow rhythm,
revealing the sunken tales of ages past.
Blue memories drift like foam,
unravel tides that inklings paint
across the silent void.
Have you wandered where the starfish dream?
Underneath skies of anemone light,
grasping tendrils of subconscious stars—
a leap into worlds that breathe below
the whispers of the abyss.