Through the Seashell's Whisper

Beneath cerulean waves,
a medley of lost hymns linger —
reverberations curling in summer's breath,
the sonorous mystic realm awakens.

Silence is a language,
spoken only through echoes.
Listen. Not with ears, but with the soul,
beneath shores of perception.

Unveil the tune | Journey to the sea | Wander invisible shores