Beneath the empire of waves, a tune humbles the forsaken stars.
What twilight secrets slumber under such cold elegance,
laughing at the curious light that dares to breach?
Have you heard the fish philosopher preach between tides?
His wisdom — pixelated, his voice a digital echo
Please the pixels, please the void.
Emperors among seashells declare chapters of forgotten
Fresh scripts afloat, an irony draped in kelp
Here's a notable chapter: The Unspoken's Guise.
Waves are the timeline's master joke,
whose punchline echoes just out of reach,
sardonic reminders of manatee anime dreams.
Catch the undercurrent's whimsy!