In depths profound, an echo stirs whispers of ships long swallowed whole their timber voices strumming silver strings
Surrender to the sway, let silent currents guide find solace in the murmur-turning symphony a ballett of shadows kissing seaweed aethereal dance
While your thoughts grapple sunbeams slipping through the bottom feeds on an unfathomable pulse do you hear is it musical the mystery that murmurs?