Echoes of submerged histories linger beneath the waves, fragmentary whispers collecting like shells in the tide.
In the realm where fronds sway slowly, messages scatter like lost hieroglyphs, telling tales only the sea remembers.
What stories lie buried in the silt? What forgotten tongues murmur beneath the coral arches?
The reflection dances, distorting meanings, inviting you to listen to the language of currents.