The starfish, once seated in a sunbeam, became the negotiator of seaside contracts.
Oyster: "Perched here, I fear salt could erode my carefully stacked pearls!"
Starfish: "In the matrix of mandibles, that burden shines bright as your doors do not."
Silence settles heavy as waters on tragic, majestic reefs.
Lament sang to the rhythm of their eight legs:
"Aqua-masquerade, where tides hide and unveil treachery. The pearl diva flops!",
draped in seaweed gowns, giving lessons on grace.
Yet, anchoring in folly, lessons come to collect from symposiums of stars.