ebbing thoughts dance on the edge of consciousness like dolphins diving beneath the waves of time a distant lighthouse blinked once, twice - a Morse code of memories fading into fog whispers carry the tales of ships anchored in dreams where the tides script their goodbyes clouds drift lazily, painting shadows on the ocean floor, unheard songs echoing in their wake
lungs filled with saltwater, a breath of currents unseen, the dance of jellyfish in thoughtless ripples melodies trapped in the foam, ephemeral and forgotten, the horizon murmurs secrets of old mariner's tales walk barefoot on the sand where footprints vanish, a chorus of wind and whisper leads the way to nowhere
listen closely, the universe hums a gentle lullaby, the invisible song known only to those who dare to dream link to reality drifts like seaweed tangled in the undercurrents — reach out, touch the unexplored will you follow this silent symphony or let it slip away into dusk?
a violin of seafoam plays on, unseen, unheard, yet felt in every tremor of the tidal sea — reality folds upon itself, echoes echo in the distance the serene cacophony of naught, the orchestra of solitude inviting you to dance upon the edges of infinity