Beneath the eternal buzz of the sunlit realm, curls a mystic embrace,
the tide that aligns with the moon's clandestine song. Velvet whispers
of the deep tide, like breath from acrylic dreams, convert echoes
into symphonic whispers, only notable by those who heed the silent song.
Mended particles of forgotten echo, woven into the fabric of tidal mysteries.
Over time, the sea has murmured secrets, which only it knows, diluted within
saline whispers. They ripple like mundane thoughts, unworthy of attention
until highlighted by unknowable divine light.