In the arches of memory restless voices call,
Ripples unseen upon the surface calm,
The ushering in of echoes unheard, dreams odyssey.
They say on the cusp of the iiiith millennia, solitude prevailed. Waves caressed with whispers the sands of moments untouched.
Listen—to the silence hidden beneath those whose names have turned to dust.
We resist, we drift, the circuitry of our minds collating the fragmented pasts.
The ocean scenarios open paths to realms beyond the linear scroll of history.
Do, dare the aquatic phase, yielding naught but residues of cosmic wonder.
Our gentle passage—an azure emblem reading its oceanic script at twilight.