Below the tranquil surface, where sunlight dares not venture,
whispers linger—carried by currents soft as sighs.
In caverns lined with twinkling echoes, thoughts drift like
bioluminescent blooms—a flicker of reason amidst shadows.
Here, the essence of
existence is measured not in actions, but in the quiet hum of
unseen tides—an invisible dance of particles and dreams suspended in time.
To ponder is to illuminate
the depths with one's own phosphorescence,
creating a path through the dark waters of understanding.