The ocean remembers tales unfathomable, swirling like luminescent dust in a glass jar. What tales the whale knows, gargling upon syllables, drifting softly as waves caress.
Morse had once whispered conspiracies, symbols abound, round and round, yet tangled like seaweed in the forgotten fathoms. Do you recall? (A wish to encapsulate disbelief.)
Consciousness fishes a line through echoes of past echoes—
Ink blotch memories swim deep, an inkwell of reason next to nothing; reflections play hide and seek on the rippled surface of your mind.
Color me surreal—
As we ride the undertow of time, fear beckons? Abandon thy ship, a tempest waits.
Step softly upon dreams—register, trigger, respond. Vanishing originality tastes like forgotten ash.