The world is fluid beneath the curves of hidden scrolls, drifting thoughts wrapped in the nostalgia of brine-soaked whispers.
Signals fade in and out, like the tired heartbeats of an ancient shipwreck. Send word across the currents, when night drapes the sea with a veil of ink.
decode
Murmurs of fractured sentences:
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"have you ever tasted the silence of the pelagic slumber?"
Like a gentle lull on a cold cresting wave.
Yet, I remain anchored in the viscosity of acoustics, every sound a lie untangled from truth.
shifting shadows whisper with the sobering embrace of forgotten tides.