Glimmers of forgotten tides whisper in the tangled embrace of the deep. A memory swirling, a whirlpool of consciousness captured in the sedated blue. Echoes of shadows echoing shadows.
The octopus of thought stretches its tentacles through caverns of kelp, untangling the yarn of time that stitches dreams to waking life. We count the stars in the abyssal plain, counting, counting, endlessly counting.
Follow the whispers or let them drown beneath the whispered waves.
The sea-blessed mind weaves a tangled web of dreams and waking realities. And in this web, the ocean's song is both an elegy and a lullaby, a flickering dance of memories unspooled.
Enter the memory or drift away in the currents of thought.