Do you hear the whispered fraction,
Shimmering like lost stars at the edge of the coral?
A melody just behind the tide, kissing the gulls, swaying the fishes until they're almost human....
Once upon a sandy grain, a mermaid sang within a shell, her voice a bubble-pop symphony of missed connections. The tide's pulse a mere echo to her terminal fantasies—half-real, half-legend, soaked in salt and teardrops twinkling into silver lunar gentle flickers.
Dance with the salted whispers of the ocean's secrets, lingering on the cusp of each curling wave as a fraction of whispered magic pulls you into its wild and whimsical current.