Deep in the ocean's embrace, where sunlight cannot trespass,
the whispers of phosphorescent tides weave ancient tales.
Where dreams hijack reality, sinking into an aquamarine void,
spinning songs of sorrow and ecstasy.
Drift with the currents of thought
and pirouette among spectral echoes.
What is moisture, if not a language unspoken?
Delve into Forgotten Tales.
Ensnared in gelatinous dreams of midnight lovers,
the kraken yearns beneath heavy waves,
drawing forth uncertainty and elation.
Whispers of the Void await their unveiling.