In the low murmur of forgotten tides,
Purest truth weaves through the spindrift mist,
Where whispers of ancient sailors’ songs,
Legends penned in silvered mist,
Read the lines in horizons' loom, between stars’ breath.
The ocean's whisper is a song,
An aria of tectonic dreams,
Floating forever, particles weaving in,
A gentle caress of turbulent silk.
As the tide embraces every shard,
We summon capricious truths, spectral songs,
Below the surface where shadows play.
Dive Deeper into the Reʌlm Step Beyond the Štarlight