Somewhere within the sprawling corridors of the ocean’s depths, a whisper curdles into a melody of forgotten tales. Here in the abyss where light meets surrender, every ripple holds an echo, and every shadow a story.
The currents weave through fingers like unspoken thoughts; untangle them not, for they are the soul's symphony, resonating from depths untouched, speaking in rhythms that only the heart can comprehend.
Stand still upon these turbulent waters or breathe under the calm—realize that presence is poetry penned by the tidal pulse, and time is merely the drift of sands in celestial tides.