Enshrouded in the salty embrace, the vast blue whispers secrets of untold lands. Above, silence reigns, but below, stories weave through the currents like ancient echoes. Here, in the abyssal musings, the ocean charts the skin of Earth, tracing mountains with gentle caresses and valleys with tender sighs.
The land—their dry tongues quenchless, their soils barren compared to the lush depths. Where rivers run in currents, the earth waits, parched, beneath the sun's relentless gaze. The salt, a memory etched deeper than stone, maps the contours of topography with silent precision.
Beneath the ocean waves, where light is a fleeting ghost, dreams of land rise like mirages. Here, the forgotten shores where the seafoam kissed the sands, linger in memory's bittersweet echo.
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