Ever listened to the sea through a seashell and wondered if the ocean was just an introverted octopus trying to escape small talk?
In these delicate shells, the symphonies are composed in silence. You see, there are no conductors here, only conch shell solos where the oboes are daring starfish.
Each whisper, a secret from the deep, is a chorus of hermit crabs and timid barnacles. In the concert of shells, it’s all about ritmo (that’s crab for rhythm).
Not a sound boards out, no applause, just gentle currents and a few jellyfish attempting the moonwalk in an encore.