Cascading dreams, like pelagic pulses, flicker beneath the visible horizon.
The stars are but transient glimmers,
Their bioluminescent whispers tracing
The memory of cosmic wanderers.
Somewhere, a thought blooms in the void:
“Fragmented realities echo in bioluminescent hues,
Translating silence into a thousand shades of twilight.”
As you traverse this ephemeral landscape,
Look for the glowing musings of ghosts unseen.