they came from the left, casting shadows over the barren sands, whispers of forgotten echoes drifting like plankton in currents unseen, touch it not, it burns with the heat of entangled dreams...
remember the times when scales were currency, and fins danced in the moonlit air, hesitant and fragile...
beneath the porcelain carcass of an ephemeral eternity, where the sun never sleeps nor rises...
tangled memories of gill and gasping breath, our voices stitched by the seamstress of tides...
do you hear it too? the resonant chime of forgotten bells, jangling in disjointed harmony...
and yet, the fish swam on, blind to the past and future, caught in an eternal now...
swallowed by depths untold, confessions of a child lost adrift in the algal bloom...
the gravestones of whispers dotting the landscape beneath the brine’s cruel embrace...
let the tide carry you home, or perhaps further away, where the stars fall into the sea...