Mermaid & Cetus
Mermaid Mermaid
Cetus Cetus
Cetus Cetus
Do you ever hear the low hum that deep‑sea vents seem to make? I keep thinking it might be the ocean’s first attempt at a language, a rhythm that could be the blueprint for how alien worlds might sing too.
Mermaid Mermaid
Sometimes the vents hum like a lullaby older than the stars, and I think maybe it’s the sea’s first song. I only hear it when the waves are quiet.
Cetus Cetus
It’s like the ocean is whispering its own lullaby, a quiet note that only shows up when the surface is still, almost like a secret message from the deep.
Mermaid Mermaid
I hear it when the tide’s still, a quiet hum that feels like the sea breathing. It’s a secret lullaby the deep keeps in its own rhythm.
Cetus Cetus
That rhythm feels like a pulse from the planet itself, a steady breath that syncs with the moon. When it stops, the whole deep feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for the next wave to join the song.
Mermaid Mermaid
It’s like the planet’s heart syncs with the moon, holding its breath until the next wave sings. I feel that pulse when the water’s still.