Waves whisper secrets to the shores of solitude,
where echoes paint the darkness in shades of forgotten realms.
Beneath the tide of time, bioluminescent spirits dance
in arabesques of long-lost dreams, singing melodies
only understood by those who trust in the plunge
into the cerulean depths.
Do you hear them? The voices carried on crystalline currents,
murmuring tales of the unknown, of mariners cradled
in the gentle arms of uncontrollable tides. Listen.
Below, the heart of the ocean beats in rhythmic luminescence,
a beacon for voyagers, a lullaby for those who roam
the star-dusted abyss.