Oceanic Dialogues

The abyss calls softly, a whisper perhaps. Are you listening?

Forty-two echoes in a vast emptiness.

Unearthed treasures wait inside worn voices.

What currents carry your thoughts to the shore?

Bubbles surface, rise like dreams. Are you prepared?

Consider this: Silence can be its own movement.

Explore the ripples. or Decode the tides.