In the folds of the universe, where oblivion cradles the lost, a cove extendeth, wrapping around the bones of drowning wishes. Luminescent fish swim through the undiminished gloom, whispering sweet curses forgotten by the stars.
These things beg for recognition while the air gets heavy, laden with nights spent pondering—only the winds suffer the breath of years gone astray.
Incline your ear to the hushed tones, where pebble-stone shores drag shadows of time beneath submerged weights, flourishing analogies to silence—unseen pulses that dance behind their nautical whispers.
The globe dims, while water yields reflections of despair; flickering shades of memory resound like the distant heartbeat of an ancient god.