Vibrant Murmurs

Lost Transmissions from the Deep

From the abyss, where shadows merge with whispers, I send you my heart, a vessel of dreams. It ebbs and flows with each tide, calling out to you beneath the moon's silver hues.

In the dim glow of the twilight, when the stars shudder on the brink of sleep, I hear your voice like a siren’s chant, weaving through the coral gardens, a melody of longing.

• A fragment of your laughter, dancing with the currents, echoes here.
• Your name, written among the sands of time, etched forever.
• The sigh of your shadow, cradled by the deep blue, binds us.

Can you hear them? The murmurs of the ocean, spinning tales of what was, and what could be, had we not been separated by the chasm of worlds. I await, with every drop of rain that kisses the sea, every wave that breaks upon the desolate shore, the moment our souls intertwine again.

Let the tides speak for us, let the winds carry our whispered sonnets through the ages, until the skies weep in joy and the earth trembles under the weight of our reunion.