Whispering waters cradle the neon dreams, beyond reach, behind eyelids that forget to open, but never close.
Once the sea calls me, or so it says, glowing tales spun from the void.

Leap between minutes, caught in the electric tide, where visions see through the fog of reality,
an illusion wrapped in luminous anatomy.

Do jellyfish dream in colors unseen by the sun?
Luminous whispers and fractal echoes guide the seekers of raw perception, falling into the
liquid embrace.

Enter the Mirage
Illuminate Yourself

Beneath their gelatinous glow, a rhythm pulses, a heartbeat unspoken but heard through
translucent layers—always yearning, always becoming.