Beneath the azure veil, where sunlight surrenders, echoes of time ripple through the hearts of ancient seas. A whisper here, a sigh there; conversations in tides, woven in the salt of forgotten memories.
Rustle the depths, unravel the weft; dance with the specters of mariners lost in misty tomorrows. Skeleton ships drift through the gantry of clouds, riding the whispers of stars' morning whispers.
Listen close: a heart of coral beats to rhythms of the unknown. In its chambers, secrets of epoch drift like seafoam on the edges of the night. Are you prepared to dive?