Under a limpid cerulean waning, cerulean marveled moon.
The night
Carves tales of lost continents
Extinct wonders glow in the ebb;
Ere rich, the feeble scents electrolyze, singing discrete
Lullabies to echo back, to gather her coffers,
In crests of brilliance, swells grasp for sunken wreckages,
Draughts whisper ← of emotions tilting nocturnal ships.
The spine of moonlight fractals, piercing dreams moored underwater
Until mechanical fishes feed on frequencies long forgotten,
Electronics drift haunting echoes, tapping heartstrings...
They hoot, they howl, lost between universes yet boundless,
Have you seen—those once alive mirrors in enchanted tides?
May you wander these tides blurring between fantasy and old photographs,
That suffuse our forgotten shores.
Explore more tales, fragments of dreams, reviving lost murmurs, or vaguely
engage the enigma of dimensions nearby at decay.