In the realm where whispers coalesce, amid the  abandonment of stars , the sea breathes.

Whilom wanderers of the corporeal:

Pulled not by gravity nor gaze, but by an invisible hymn—lacing ether with
a quiet multitude of symphonic shocks.

Soul to sea, heart to void,

Threaded voices - liquid sparknotes of existence,
engraved in solar winds upon whorls of pearlescent sand.

Sway, sway, beneath the endless crests.

The tide speaks in foreign tongues where dreams interlace with terrestrial skin,
binding the unseen with rhythmic verses shimmering in white:

 Thalassic echoes weaving into narrative scars, 
tethered by omens held within each coral embrace.

A mere whisper of the world, shifts universes of sand beneath twilight’s caress.