Between the slumbering sands and the murmuring tides,
an echo weaves through kelp forests, tracing forgotten lullabies.
Here, in the fold of the ocean's deep bosom, whispers collide,
reflections in a glassy truth, refracted, never still.
Silken currents embrace ghostly tales,
of ships long swallowed by salt and time.
The clasps of whispers lilt with burdens unspoken,
as shells cradle secrets in their fragile bones.
Dive deeper, where mermaids laugh in broken songs,
where the chorus of the abyss breathes rhythm anew,
cherish the shadows where light bends crooked,
echo back the whispers, before they fade into the blue.
Navigate to the hidden gardens
or chart a course through the enigmatic formations.