Deep beneath our feet, in a realm untouched by sunlit whispers, the water cradles secrets.
The longing of silken currents wrap around revelations not yet spoken, drown them in depthless love.
As the tides ebb and flow with silent poetry, a singular echo remains—a heartbeat, unobserved yet persistent.
In the cold embrace of salt-kissed solitude, a rhythmic pulse dances within the moonlit shadow-blankets.
The water knows your name, your essence fused with the currents, a melody lost to time and space.
Dive into the whispered depths, where dreams swim, and kaleidoscopic silences form the tapestry of night.
hear the echoes