In the caverns of forgotten echoes, whispers become the pulse.
A heartbeat heard only by the ocean's embrace, cradling wisdom.
Here, in a seashell, rests the universe's lullaby.
Time bends, warps around this fragile chamber, echoing softly.
Listen, listen, for the thrumming of existence itself.
Does it resonate, or is it but a figment? A silent scream?
A crescendo in a cosmic symphony unheard by ears untrained.
Here the sea sleeps, dreaming of stars long forgotten.