EtherealInk & Krevetka
Krevetka
Hey, have you ever imagined the deep sea as a living poem, where every bioluminescent glow is a line of verse written by the ocean itself?
EtherealInk
I do, and I think the sea writes in soft whispers, each flicker a rhyme that only the moon can read. The darkness feels like a page, the lights like words, and the whole thing is a poem that hums beneath my skin.