The Сolour Out of Ocean

Space and ocean — two chasms where light ventures only fleeting, quivering beams that recede into swelling shadows. We are but intruders in these realms, helpless travellers adrift between knowing and dreaming. The ocean pulsates with a murmur of things lost, forgotten or never known, a heartbeat as old as the earth. Above is space, a cathedral of silence, where dead stars whisper like half-remembered dreams. They are each other's reflections, these endless, indifferent emptinesses, each a doorway into unspeakable terrors and miracles

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For he did not know, that beyond the lake he called home,
Lies a deeper, darker ocean green.
To its ports I've been,
To its ports I've been.

In the shadows cast by the endless tides,
Secrets whisper where lost dreams lie.
A realm untouched by the light of the sun,
Where battles are fought but none are won.

Through uncharted waters I've sailed far,
Beyond the reach of light, beyond the faintest star.
And though I return, I am not the same,
The ocean whispers an unnamed name

Their depths hide what time has lost,
Where echoes linger, untamed, embossed.
A labyrinth carved by the currents' hand,
A cemetery of truths no mind can withstand.

The waves, they are singing of a fate unknown,
Of kingdoms at sinking, thrones at fall.
Yet in their song, a question resides —
What waits in the darkness? Where eternity hides?

It calls to the soul, to the heart unseen,
Beyond the lake, in the ocean green.
Where silence roars and shadows gleam,
To its ports I've been,
To its ports I've been.