Once, the sea murmured tales of arthritic whispers of distant horizons; the shells spoke in tongues only the gulls understood. Our footsteps danced with the tides, a ballet of barefoot enigmas on the wavering stage of salt and sand.
In a world where jellyfish wear crowns of phosphorescent pearls, the muted sigh of bubbles becomes an aria, a sonnet lost to the unmusical clatter of city clocks. And what is time, if not the ocean's lullaby sung to moonlit sands?
Hyaline Crustaceans Prance
Dreamtide's Forgotten Echo
Coral Sonata
Sirens' Silent Lament
Seaweed Waltz
Fathomless Choir
A tune so subtle it weaves through realities, a question mark riding the crest of an unseen wave: Is the moon a lost treasure map or merely a reflective joke?
And as the horizon yawns, haphazardly painting figments of forgotten sea gods, we dare to ask: why do hermit crabs never find home, and do they even seek it?