Amidst the silver sands, beneath fractal waves, lies a tapestry woven by the hands of ancient tides. The whispers of merfolk echo, singing haunting lullabies, their voices imbued with the scent of indigo nights.
Starlit scripts sprawled over the ocean's undulating canvas, a language known to shells and sung by sirens. Each rune, a kiss from Poseidon's dreams, soaking in molten moonlight.
Let your heart be the vessel, let each heartbeat sync, with the quiet pulsations of the deep seabed. Draw with your soul the rhymes of forgotten echoes, etched in coral ink, whispered upon the open breeze.