Beneath the silken current, thoughts ripple in silvery fractals, dance
through echoless valleys of the mind. Voices unseen weave stories
amongst the seaweed—a history never written. Would you listen?
The anemone speaks in color, while the tide whispers forgotten laws.
Ether and brine mingle, as patterns unfold in forgotten time. Do you see
the tunnels within the stone, pathways carved by dreams of ancients?
Explore the echoes.
Shadows of the tide unfold, currents follow threadbare logic. A fish
swims through the diluted canvas of silence, plotting an ostensible
tangential truth. To travel these waters, you must let go of the known.
Forget the landmarks you hold dear.
Find the beacons, if you dare.