In the dim luminescence below, where the azure fades to black, I found the echo of forgotten songs. Songs sung by corals entwined with the currents, resonating with the gentle thrum of the ocean's heart.
Your hands, they whispered dirges of the sea, tracing the contours of the coral, mesmeric and surreal, like tendrils of mist curling through a forgotten dream.
Did you know, that in the embrace of twilight depths, a mermaid's laugh carries longer than a siren's wail? Such are the secrets hidden beneath layers of sand and sorrow.
Reflective tales cling to the coral, like barnacles to rock—silent witnesses to the slow dance of time. Did you listen closely? Their voices, soft and persistent, urging tales untold, secrets hushed by the tide.