Close your eyes, breathe in the depths of the abyss, veiled whispered secrets dance upon the currents.
In silence, a symphony arises, each note intertwined with suggestions of dreams.
Echoes, echoes, voice unseen. Do you hear the stillness listening back?
They murmur to us in rhythmic patterns underscoring fathomless roads.
Consider the whale: guardian of ages past, keeper of songs forged in twilight.
What does it whisper? Where do its horizons settle amidst our unending dusk?
A thought emerges slowly; painted over the skin of time, ephemeral yet eternal.
Dust that lives in ocean, ocean that floods the stars with dreams.
Frothy embraces carry your weight. Are they echoes, or perhaps two arms encircling you—a place to lay your silent voice?
Whispers continue, gentle yet strong.
Are these the murmurs of forgotten myths?
Listen close, and descend. Dive deeper |
Breath of air |
Harmonics