Labyrinth of the Fleeting Tides

Secrets untangle like forgotten constellations, drifting beneath the pixelated ocean's edge. Here, in the sprawling unnoticed sands of the digital realm, fables pulse like lanterns trapped within waves.

Bobbing gently amidst the torrents of binary, once static forms whisper: "We're shape-shifting statues returned to organic currents, dissolving in coral rust hues at infinity's cusp."

The seas' platitudes murmur of echoes yet unheard: "lost conversation", fading pixels bearing witness to parasitic applause as they cling to fleeting fragments of abstracts spilled, drawn out into liquid light.

Revelations whisper to shallower echoes, "In the deep script dungeons of yore, tides eternal record anew — newness discarded as soon as observed."

Desultory rhythms recall disowned thoughts, visions scattered like unturned pages in boundless ink flows: Silence is vibrant!