"And what of the tides, oh keeper of the crystalline shell?" whispered the mermaid to the azure dusk.
The crab replied, "They dance like dreams upon the edge of slumber, gravity nonchalant, as the moon lounges upon the sea's mirror."
"But how do the dreams dance? Are they held by invisible strings, or do they weave their own whims as they shimmer?"
"Ah," croaked the crab, "they are free as the winds that tickle the stars, unfettered by the weight of reality's gaze."