Ever desperate to catch the glimpse of a lost needle in the voiceless parables of fishes.
They swim through treasures unseen, just beneath the liquid sky.
Did the ocean whisper the secret you lost? Ask the currents, their answers are murmur, not words.
Remember the day gold flakes scattered? The sun had surrendered to the water's embrace, didn’t it?
And somewhere, a fish allowing a fleeting smile in eternity. Treasures, indeed, carried in mere fluid memory.