In the silence beneath waves angry and tranquil, lies the realm of forgotten echoes. It is there, in the subaqueous stillness, that knowledge drips like distant rain. What, then, is the essence of depth if not a measure of solitude, where thoughts unfold like the slow dance of jellyfish, seamless and ethereal?
Each question an island, answering only when the currents mold shores anew. Wander, dear traveler, where the ocean mirrors the mind – for is it not the mind's ocean that resonates with undulating secrets untold?