Dearest Voyager,
The cosmos hug the cerulean expanse, enclosing secrets of salt and silent sirens.
Here, where echoes cradle stardust in nocturne embraces, an ocean wanders beyond time.
Glistening nebula cling to liquid horizons, crucibles for moonlit symphonies. We, afloat in cosmic tides, harvest whispers from galactic waveforms, weaving them into salt-threaded yarns of space and sea.
Should you seek the harp of ethereal currents, head east beyond the misted auroras— listen intently, for the harmonies find sanctum in the horizon's breath.
Yours under countless stars,
The Phosphorescent Mariner