Were the whales singing last night? I could hear fragments drifting into dreams...
The complexity of existence unravels beneath azure illusions. Each oscillating wave reflects not reality but the desires bent on transparency. Awaiting consort, as if destiny whispered through aquamarine veils. What lives in sonic reverberations of ancient mariners? Histories unabridged, panoramas suppressed by sandstorms.
Just beyond the fringe, hidden currents in the polyspheric simulator cortex. Was that memory, or a wish?
The finite experience of mirages lies momentarily bound by imagination's fragments. Touch, and yet always away. Sublime interplay amid whispers heard solely by submerged voices. Listen, and be lost not in closure, but embrace.