In the conch's hollow spine, whispers bind the tide. Secrets of the sea told not with water, but wind.

A fragment of history flickers. Coral memories etched in stone, spoken by the currents.

The voice of the universe, murmured through the shell's spirals, reaches distant shores.

Breathe in the silence, hear the void — a soundless symphony waiting to be unveiled.

Echoes From The Deep
Invisible Song