Simultaneous echoes swirl in chaotically-organized harmony, fragments of synthetic souls singing an ode.

The tang of salt, that memory of forgotten tides, where thoughts merge as the hues blend within azure crests revealing truths of undone secrets.

Oh, let them fade – mistakes of stone under oceans ephemeral, spirit voices in accord trailing contradictions folded in between colored breaths.

Invisible hands write stories yet unmirrored, tides hidden. Earth's lullaby lulled by the gentle facade of synthetic echoes syncopated wild.