The tide whispers secrets, a murmur caught in the silk of moonlit eddies.
Stars descend languorously, weaving paths of molten whispers across the shore of souls.
Glimmers like forgotten tears, the bioluminescent glow calls forth the dance of sylphs, echoing the heartbeats of time.
An endless serenade on transient tides; each breath a ripple in the fabric of eternity.