Below where the sunlight can pierce, lies a kingdom of silence. The whispered echoes of distant songs, floating through currents unseen, call souls brave or lost. Shifting tides of memory and illusion play tricks anew. Swim deeper, let the currents cradle you into the unknown, or arise before dawn within the sanctuary coral.
Anemones dance in rhythm to the heartbeat of the earth, while shadowy figures morph fleetingly in the corner of the eye. Is it the sea's song or creation’s unfinished chorus nudging our minds towards lucid twilight?
We stand at the edge, gazing into enigmatic pools ready to surrender all — listen to the cascading echoes, or perhaps, dare to leap beyond what's real.
Surreal bubbles of neon abrasions breach the surface... At their heart, an archaic song that begs revival. Yet we ponder, alone, paradox engulfing us — no boundary set confines what really ends.