The moon whispers only to the sea, but the dawn speaks to no one. Waves of silence pulse in rings around the cosmos, where echoes of forgotten songs cling to wandering starlight. Here, the ocean's heart beats in quantum rhythms.
Amidst the tides, a solitary melody blooms, entangled with the fabric of time—a paradox stretching every moment into infinity. Can you hear it, woven between the crimson stars and fragile cosmic dreams?
Twisting bodies of ancient light dance smoothly over the horizon, while dreams drift like ships, lost in a sand of echoes. The ocean always returns—even to those who dare to leave.
Reach below, and with one stroke, alter destinies—for the ocean remembers all its ripples. Sayari calls your name, a serpent coiled around a singularity of wandering thoughts.