In the depths of the ocean mind, the currents whisper secrets long forgotten. A dream unfolds in the kelp forests. You are here, yet not here, drifting weightless among the bioluminescent jellyfish, their light a soft pulse in the darkness.
Above you, the sun filters through the waves in beams of silver, illuminating a world both tranquil and eerie. Tiny fish dart in and out of the coral, their scales glimmering like shards of glass. It feels real, this dream, as real as the salt that coats your lips when you break the surface, as real as the endless blue stretching beyond the horizon.
"Listen to the ocean," a voice echoes. Maybe it's a memory of a long-lost friend, or perhaps a figment of your imagination. The voice is soothing, hypnotic, pulling you deeper into the abyss where time has no meaning and the past mingles with the present. You close your eyes and let go.
Somewhere, far away, a bell tolls. It reverberates through the water, a knell for time, for moments slipping between fingers like grains of sand. Or is it a call to adventure, a lure into the unknown?