In the empyrean deep, thoughts float like glimmers on a midnight sea.
Each flicker a word, each hue a silent sonnet.
The waters whisper in bioluminescent tongues, weaving tapestries of light.
Here, the drift is eternal, a dance with the cosmic ether.
As the currents caress, the mind drifts, unanchored, unhindered.
Embrace the luminescence, for it tells stories without sound.