The wind whispers... shadows dash across... stars reel under weighty histories, forgotten winds howl, rhythmic and primordial.
The ship creaked:
"Ahoy, to the beyond!"
The beacon flickered — echo of tomorrow, today is a vapor.
Whales sing in silver hues,
tangled in the echo-forest:
listen close, heartbeats of oceans-thousands.
Often the fog remembers,
journeys old as futures untold:
grasping stories once lived by another perhaps.