Upon the sandy whisper of an alien shore,
The tides cradle a secret, deep and pure;
A revelation, ink-stained and shimmering,
In the dance of a squid, through liquid dimensions untold.
Upon the sandy whisper of an alien shore,
The tides cradle a secret, deep and pure;
A revelation, ink-stained and shimmering,
In the dance of a squid, through liquid dimensions untold.
Footsteps echo on corals, forming paths unseen,
As currents write verses in cephalopod lore;
With arms extended, a silent guardian of the currents,
Cradles the galaxy in intricate, mesmerizing forms.
Where the azure nestles in fantasies unborn,
Here lies the odyssey—unfurling, secretive, bold;
A symphony of tentacles, a ballet of thoughts,
Each motion a story, each pause a world.