Beneath the ripple of starless seas,
luminescent whispers bloom
like forgotten constellations in coral embrace.
Listen, to the persistent sigh,
a wanderer lost in brine-drenched
melodies of moonlit solitude.
Trace the silken chains of light,
delicate as dreams—fragile as the echo
of a name long spoken by tender lips.
A message adrift, inscribed on
the kelp of eternity, where truths
gleam in the quiet shuffle of abyss.
Find your way through the silent streets of liquid night,
where histories rewrite themselves in electric whispers
of sapphire and gold.