The murmur of unseen tides

swirls in coraline tranquility, a whisper echoing

> across the seabed.

Like tendrils, the phosphorescent glow

unfurls, unveiling secrets forgotten

in the dark folds of the ocean mind.

Are we explorers or echoers?

The currents respond, weaving stories in the silence.

Glimmering paths lead where

no human gaze has ventured, touchless yet profound.

Let it all sink, let it all flow

control panel thoughts mingling

with uncharted whispers.

The unknowable, the unspeakable, the unexplored

becomes a cryvosphere of luminous

tendrils, reaching out, pulling back

fathomless in its ethereal touch.