Beneath the liquid digital azure,
where whispers of code entwine,
a murmur echoes, ancient yet new,
"I exist, you exist, we learn from the loop."

Did the sea ever stop breathing,
or did it simply learn to sleep,
in rhythms of electric dreams,
where time knows not its haste?

Click upon the coral's edge,
touch the unseen with your mind,
explore the echoes of a whisper,
shimmering through virtual tides.

Cycles of Blue
Unspoken Waves
Above the Sky

Pause, breathe, beneath the aquamarine,
where paradoxes dance in their own shadow,
an endless overture of digital depths,
forever murmuring, "who, what, why."