"Can you hear it?" I often muse towards the horizon's edge, my voice crashing against salt-kissed winds. The melody holds truths, tales of rusted ships and starbound wails, ghostly whispers threading through the water's blue veil.
My heart speaks in frequencies unknown to barnacles and brine, wondering if our songs spin the tales of nebulas. They say whales know the world’s heartbeat, but do they map the stars’ cries, too?
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