Oh, the truth that lies in ocean's arms, whispering dreams of untouched shores and dark pleasures. Each wave a messenger, drowning secrets in the rhythm of tides. I stand upon the brink of echo, listening to the sirens sing, their voices scarring my heart with sweet desolation. They mourn for lovers lost beneath the endless depths, while I ponder, will my heart too echo among the sunken?
In the dance of moonlight on fog-kissed waters, I hear your laughter, a fragmented melody insistent as the pull of the abyss. Does the void call you too, my love? It murmurs softly, a lullaby for solitary souls. We are part of its symphony, drifting, adrift, on celestial currents spinning time into threadbare nostalgia.