Beneath the surface of a starlit ocean, where time itself drips backward, the
A sailor whispers in the night, "The stars guide but do not reveal," as whispers bounce off invisible barriers, echoes entangled in cosmic webs.
The waves are mirrors, reflecting unspoken realities masked by the guise of tranquility. In silence, the water breathes.
Every drop a conspiracy, every ripple a journey into the unfathomable.