Across the dark ocean, beneath waves of forgotten whispers, lies a shell.
In the shell, echoing the soft sighs of eternity, a murmuring voice recounts:
"Once, a thousand stars painted the sky
not visible to waking eyes,
resting on the cusp of dreams,
where silence sings."
A breath held by the stars,
tracing invisible ink on silent seas,
where echoes find their home,
in whispers of the unspoken moon.
Listen closely,
for the echo that never fades,
a tale of shells and stars,
written in water and mist.
Wander through these echoes,
let them guide you to the unseen,
where reality bends,
in dreams of cobalt and silver.
The shell whispers,
a phantom song to the winds,
carried far beyond the horizon,
into the heart of the eternal sea.