Through whispers of the waking sea, they linger. Shimmering echoes, guardians of the sunken truth—elders of the abyss. (frhalo notes)
Doocey creature, tangled in brine, woven nimbly into the azure threads—resting on dreams once forgotten.
Illuminate below...An Untranslated Lullaby - a frequency drowning in star-stitch once bore land beneath kaleidoscopic pallor. Yet—braised time is ocean's laughter.
Drift echoes throughout the rift, tethered eternally, awaiting surprise currents beyond gravestones of disposition.