The cerulean tides lick gently at the memories imbued within the sea's cradle — shades of blue, echoes of abyssal serenades whispering the tales of fading twilight. An intricate ballet performed by shoals of phantom fish, weaving shimmering penumbrances in the gut of the sea.
Current Observations
Like shells cradling murmurings, thoughts accumulate in ocean currents, swirling around and obscured until grasped by curious fingers, plucking tales as a sponge absorbs its crystalline nap. The heart of this world beats slowly, too faint to be felt upon the surface, a whisper more akin to pulse.
Fluid Landscapes
An elegy is being written in sand, by unseen scripting, scrolling pages of water-lathered narratives with each incoming swell. Amongst it all, the threads of riddles fight with gravity, cascading softly away.
Murmuration of the Voids