Within the spiral corridors of the conch, whispers of the abyss linger, resonant truths surfacing like long-lost ships from a dream-drenched slumber. Are we not mariners of thought, navigating the vast placidity of our inner oceans?
• The tides are reflections of the soul's own rhythm.•
The sea speaks, not in words, but in the language of echoes.•
Beyond the coral gates, past the forgotten anchorages of reason, lies a truth unspoken— the realization that silence too holds depth, a profound stillness that ripples between breaths. Here, even the fathoms are watchful, serenading the driftwood wisdom of time itself.
Listen, then, to the murmurs of the deep. The ocean is timeless, unyielding to the gallop of change, and therein lies the answer to every question left unanswered by the march of the clock.