Beneath the murky depths, the silence sings. Lyrics lost, echo in ripples silent and smooth — but these songs awaken, beckoning. They arise in webs of shadow and azure outlines.
Overgrown medleys whisper the forgotten verses, a requiem for stars submerged. Come closer, dive deeper, where horizons bend and unravel amidst secrets humming.
Flickering lights cast a pale smile; serene as icy waters. These songs you've never heard play on, a symphony of sorrow, alluring yet angelic. Can you hear them? Would you listen?
The reflection is never right, yet it captivates, enchants, engages the empty soul.
Among the waves, a path remains obscure. But wander, and you shall find Luminous Vines tangled in stories old and magic bold. They too, hum their haunting hymn.
Beyond the silence, the world breathes — a nefarious delight, singing songs of the aqua kind, timeless and echoing.