Beneath cerulean canopies, where silence molds shadows
The sea speaks in murmurs of forgotten truths,
And we, castaways, wander the echoes,
Seeking empires wreathed in lie's lace.
Conspiracies unfurl like kelp
In the undercurrents winking to the unaware.
Eyes cloaked beneath currents watch relentlessly
Through prisms of distorted light, retreating against the dark depth.
A name, an echo, an unbinding solitude bound 'neath scales,
Breaking—wavebound to currents, subordinates to the unseen lectors.
Yet, roar with these masks of zeal, or dissolve within mercurial binds.