In twilight's embrace, a shell dreams,
of waves woven through silken breaths.
Invisible ink scripts tales of starlit tides,
each glimmering wrinkle a woven lullaby.
Dive deep, listener, where currents diverge,
and the clamor of silence paints the sky.
Beneath the glacial currents, ethereal arise—
what sighs the seashell when the world sleeps?
Wandering whims whisper a path:
follow them forward,
or seek refuge in the nebula's echo.