Echoes bleeding through the currents, fragments of stories lost in time, a submerged discourse swirling within the minds of flotsam and jetsam, the detritus of dreams, awakening thoughts jammed in the coral reefs of memory.
Whispers of each insatiable wave flickering against my skin; once upon a moonlit abyss, parchment and ink dissolve beneath the waves, dissolving into shapes unseen, forgetting their purpose—not a palace, nor the whispering calls of forgotten lovers, just the sound of the void humming a tune long lost.
The stars above, so distant yet so close, portals to another realm, aching, dreaming, while I float, mind submerged, heart afloat, tinged with a salty reminiscence—somewhere in this dark embrace, a jellyfish-like luminescence sparks the narrative’s pulse, blinking in and out as if caught in oscillation of thoughts.
A prickle of electric eels—a searchlight urchin stabs the silence, reflecting crimson onto the leathery skins of reminiscence. Yonder glimmers a knightly ship, sails splattered with stories half-written—unraveling underwater threads that twitch with urgency, last cries of empathy lost to frozen tides.