In the gentle cradle of salt and mystery,
where stars weave silver filament across abyssal domains,
listen — for the cosmic tide is ever whispering.
Step forward, where the horizons kiss edges unknown;
a passage unveils, unfurling like mist upon dawn,
caressing currents and aether's breath align.
Mark the rhythms of the astral depths;
do they not echo a symphony unspoken,
harmonies embroider the waking canvas of them?
Lay bare your essence upon this cosmic drift,
a vessel unembarked adrift in time, nurture,
the echoes, they guide — they unveil the void.