The Ocean Speaks

Have you ever just floated on your back, gazing at stars, feeling the rhythm of the ocean tucking you into its swell? It's akin to being whispered to by an old friend, who speaks in pulses and quiet ripples.

Did you know, galaxies hum a tune we only touch with our fingertips? There's magic there, woven through saline and stars. You might find it if you venture closer to the depths.

Sometimes, I wish you could hear the gravity, the pull it has on tales spun by Neptune's silence. It's not just water under the heavens here, but a current of timelessness itself.