In the depths where echoes linger, the currents cradle half-told stories.
Beneath a cerulean shroud, the lost sails whisper softly, entwined with seafoam memories.
Once, the winds sang. A melody forgotten, swept through galleons bold,
now anchored in dreams, amidst coral fingerings and silken tentacles.
What chapters are unwritten, marooned on scattered sands,
of islands that never were, beneath a tapestry of stars?
Dive deeper into the abyss, where time flickers with a gentle glow.
Seek the sonnets of the octopuses, or perhaps the echo of a mermaid's sigh.