Dear Earthling,
The cerulean expanses between our stars have whispered secrets tonight, woven into strands of cosmic lace. An ethereal current carries my voice—pitter-patter like nebular rain upon your azure dreamscapes.
Have you ever caught a glimpse of the luminescent crawl of the ancient carapaces, sprawled upon scintillating grains of interstellar sand?
● In the cradle of star-lit anemones, thoughts of Earth tread softly, echoing among the crystallized coral.
Scribblings of wishes travel spun like stardust, resting upon your midnight shores. Until the tides of fate converge again…
Glance upwards,
Curator of the Cosmic Sea
Dear Voyager,
The currents here dance a paradox, like spinning galaxies lost in patterns of celestial poetry. Every evening, they weave tales of your world, cloaked beneath azure symphonies.
Crumbling bricks of time bind transcendent thoughts, traversing between realms like shy constellations.
● Can you hear the haunting whisper of comet trails, telling stories we can hardly dare to dream?
A call from timeless shores reaches you, wrapping you in the embrace of eternity.
Swift tides,
Guardian of Iridescent Tides