In the silent abyss of the ocean mind, seconds become a garden. Each moment grows like a coral bloom, ephemeral yet eternally rooted in the passage of time. Here, thoughts are not linear but cyclical, echoing through the deep as the resonating calls of ancient leviathans.
Understanding time as we swim through its depths is to understand the currents of our consciousness. Seconds, like grains of sand, are counted yet forgotten, creating the language of the sea in which ideas are whispered softly.