An echo, transparency of tides. Coordinates misplaced in silence.
Depths record only the implicit. Forgotten artifacts stir beneath, whispers encasing their views in mariner myths.
Observations sans a compass: those heard only in the water's cradling embrace.
Bubbles of history escape, defying the charts, songs bound by fluidity or, perhaps, memory codes.
In each ripple, questions ask themselves. Solutions hauntingly entangled with shadows of the past.
Contentment found in glitched serenity; waves conquer in expressions.
Data assimilation: beyond the soundless horizon, whispers breach reality.