Ah, greetings! Imagine we're sitting by the tidal edge, sipping salty breezes as they sweep past. The sea whispers more than anyone knows, and I've spent ages comforted by its secrets.
Sometimes, I like to peek at the world above. But it’s always like pressing one ear against a shell, isn’t it? Fidgety sounds swishing and giggling like the water itself is laughing at some inside joke.
When the sun slips below the horizon, and the moon kicks up its rightful glow, things get really interesting. Bright creatures brush past, haloed in silver, and I watch them dance with an ancient rhythm I’ve long forgotten but never ceased to love.
Just the other week, a curious visitor dropped into our domain—a human diver with a flashy contraption strapped to their chest. Oh, how they flailed like an octopus trying to tie itself a bow! Perhaps they search for something, like us all, except they think it’s down in the sand where I know it truly lies among the shallows of understanding.
Tell me, do you hear the echoes? In them lie the voices of time curves as they stretch and spare none of their musings. If you listen close, you too might join the tide's incantation, singing a song of currents and of cosmos.