"Siren songs cradling neon fish, phosphorescent lullabies escape at dawn."
Fragments left behind in the fluidic sprawl: reminiscences of a sun unseen,
where watery cities mimic the cosmos above, gliding silently through reflections.
In weaving currents, AXXI912 idled, fastening the anemones to dieletric tapes.
Between the crevices of forgotten lore, laughter echoed, reprimanding silence.
They spoke of inadequacies with tongues forged from twilight mist, enchanting the sands that time forgot.
Listen — if you dare — to the furtive dirges held in membranous enclaves. Echoes will never be confined.