"Welcome, intrepid luminary!"
In this aqueous realm of phosphorescent whispers, the air buzzes with an electrifying calmness akin to engaging in a poker game with an octopus and winning the entire cephalopod's respect. The gatekeeper here, much like the universe itself, is fond of wit sharper than a mermaid's singing voice.
"You bear questions, yes?"
Imagine a turtle wearing glasses, sitting atop a stack of unread books, that’s him: a guardian of doorways not often opened, nor often shut, often pondered over brightly colored seas. Decide wisely, for behind the portal lies a truth known only to earthworms and their eccentric taste in poetry.
"Speak, fish amongst bioluminescent trees!"
Your chance now to incant a riddle or simply ask where the best neon algae can be harvested for Friday night dinners. Balance your desires, with whimsy for dessert, and flow toward answers unstirred.