Drift, drift, where the echoes of your footsteps meld with the melody of the sea.
Are you walking on water or dreaming beneath the waves? The horizon bends,
a funhouse mirror of rippling sky and ghostly clouds, whispering secrets only fishes know.
Submerged thoughts bubble like pearls in an abyssal trench.
Time floats differently here—like a forgotten memory bobbing up to the surface.
Is the clock ticking or are we caught in a whirlpool of unspoken words?
Shadows dance beneath the surface, a waltz of specters in a silent symphony.
Do you hear them?
The silent screams of sunken ships, the laughter of forgotten sailors.
Oh, the tales they tell! Not of glory, but of longing.