Drifting through cerulean corridors, I found a castle crafted from the whispers of waves.
Shadows danced upon kelp-draped columns, each flicker telling tales of emerald dusk.
The walls, imbued with the weight of seafoam's caress, held secrets submerged beneath
the murmurs of forgotten tides. Here, the deep pulse of the ocean embraced my wandering soul.
In rooms of resplendent hue, where echoes of ancient sirens weep,
the ghost of a mariner's song lingers, tethered to eternity.
These shadows, once radiant with the sunlit kiss of coral reefs,
now murmur soft elegies to the wanderers lost in their dreams.
The depths of the ocean mind are quiet, but within the stillness, stories ripple.
Beneath the moonlit surface lies a cosmos of wonder and whispers.