The tides of yore whisper through the veil of forgotten time, leaving silvery trails upon the mind's vast ocean. Beneath waves of memory, chords long left to silence murmur sweetly in the chestnut dusk of an eternal horizon.
Voices, sweet and haunting, come like dewdrops at dawn, resting gently upon brambled truths. Shadows of forgotten octaves drift through hues of azure and pallid gold, soothed only by the sweeping sighs of the cerulean hinterlands.
"Remember us," said the sylvan echoes, chill and autumnal, "for we are the sonorous myths of depthless seas, woven into the very fabric of your dreams."
Faceless specters of the lull, clad in the tranquil whispers of the zephyrous past, extend their ethereal hands toward the tempest of waking consciousness, attempting to teach the forgotten symphony sung by the ancient waves.
Submerge in further eloquent reveriesThe mariner's heart is forever anchored to the sea, beyond reefs cerulean and untamed. Let his vessel be a barque of remembrance, each sail a note upon the silent symphony of the stars.