In the deep embrace of night's velvet cloak,
an ironic glow flickers, a sardonic wink
from the abyssal depth where jelly beans
of outrageous light weave tapestries of memes.
Why does the ocean whisper to
the moon in tongues of bright algae?
Satirical tendrils drift,
mocking daylight's futile grasp on time.
Click here to dive deeper,
or swim to the shore of echoes.
There lies whispering truths, or perhaps liars
in mantis shrimp costumes, winking at your blind spot.
Eerie echoes, biotic glitches,
surfacing in the pixelated shallows.
Revel in the glow, dance on the flares,
the future is a phosphorescent paradox, my friends.