Beneath the emerald whispers, they swim in labyrinths of silent dreams.
Ancient minds clasping clocks with tendrils stretched across woven galaxies.
Each tick an echo funneling into underwater voids, cradled by sapphire lullabies.
When tides pull deeper than memory, stars shed their coldness, melting into warmth.
Can you hear their hum? supple leaks slipping between ageless minds,
secrets of radios buried in fathomless sands, breathing lifetimes into voids.
Silence, yet electric; like shadows they chase spiritless fish through corals.
Gentle warriors, strewn threads against the oceans' wefts secretly hushed.
Seeking solace in bulky airships steering towards lonely horizons.
As moons grip arms around a spoken world, linings become disintegrated lullabies.