Below the waves of a boundless twilight sea, the shared secrets of generations drift aimlessly, echoing in waves of soft light. Each ripple, a sentient thought, charges the briny depths with murmurings unheard by terrestrial ears.
Bioluminescent whispers flicker in an array of glows and hues as if fireflies mingled with the seaweed forests. A tendril of glowing algae curls outward, touching a passing sea turtle, its shell gliding through spheres of twilight phosphorescence.
Words remain unspoken yet understood, coursing like the rhythmic exhale of ocean waves. Does destiny reside in these depths, or are we dancers in an ethereal void searching for meaning?
Perhaps we too wish to emit the glow of understanding, the soft radiance of cicada pulses whispering their intent to tiny echoes in the universe.