Deep beneath the undulating embrace of moon-dappled tides, a whisper stirs—
A song sung by the sirens of solitude, weaving through barnacled mysteries.
Fragment by fragment, dream shall settle in the folds of consciousness,
with tendrils of light dancing upon ocean-silk perfumes, weaving tales forgotten.
In fathomless chambers hidden below the icy grasp of cerulean depths,
the heart of a quiet star beats, resonating with echoes of otherworldly encounters.