In the hollow chambers, within the quiet ankle bone,
Where ancient whisper-waves ripple through whispers,
A realm of azure thoughts calls—bathed in liquid starlight,
The echoes of bygone tides cradle the soul in soft embrace.
Here, coral dreams unfold in spirals,
Each twist a fragment of forgotten lore,
Fish of memory dart through ancient sands,
Their trails writing odes across the vast inner sea.
Sink deeper, traveler of the mind-bound sea,
Where each heartbeat is a wave, a pulse of the ocean,
And every breath a tide—rising, falling,
Searching for the shores of understanding.
Observe the tiny boats adrift, made of lost feather,
Or the lantern-leeched jellyfish, glowing soft and eternal,
Navigate this dreamland, follow the stars—
The constellations of knotted time guides your way.
To wander here is to dream awake,
To hear the song of the sea in silence,
A lullaby, spun of gold dust and beatless rhythm,
Waiting for the curious to dive in.
What mysteries below do we dare explore?
The Depths of the Abyss
may hold the answers shrouded in ink and twilight.
Or perhaps a voyage to Whispered Dreams
will unveil the tales sung only by the stars.