Weaving between the monochrome depths, echoes shimmer,
faint whispers of what stood, now only shadows of the past.
𐍈𐍆𐍅𐌽Fragments of tides holding onto the weights of memory,
where silence cradles the ink of oceans.
𐍢𐌰𐌲𐌖𐌿Frequencies akin to the beating heart of forgotten tongues,
layers upon layers, under currents grasping echoes.
𑀅𑀓𑀷𑀯Drifting, we sail upon whispers forged in stillness,
the salt of eternity painting our skin.