The whisper of the tide calls softly, echoes where the murky crystals lingered.
Is there moonlight resting on the coral's breath, counting grains of dunes within
each ripple in silent recollections, long forgotten songs trapped in amber beneath
the pulsing rhythm of dreams?
A mariner's shadow dances with the specters of the deep, unearthing thoughts penned
in kelp, wisps of age-old lore swirling like the ink of a cephalopod against time's
flowing tapestry.
Navigate the currents, and reach past shores
where lullabies become constellations within wet parchment stitched with moonlight.
And here we breathe: an amalgamation of wind and salt, every particle a forgotten
tale of ebb and flow, resting in the ancient calligraphy etched onto waves.
Dive deeper into the submerged
memories where echoes reflect the language of the ocean's eternal sigh.
Beneath the pallid glow of stars, history unfolds: sea vermilion blooms upon sediment,
ghostly arrhythmias fontanel in darkened tides, serenading the aquifer’s
solemn reflections.