Titanic & Shamrock
Shamrock
I’ve been digging through old journals and found a rumor about a strange hybrid plant that sprouted from a seed stuck in the Titanic’s ballast tanks, turning the wreck into a secret garden below the waves—roots meeting waves, a perfect blend of ship and soil.
Titanic
What a poetic rumor! I can almost hear the whispers of seaweed and brass entwining, roots curling through rusted timbers like an old lover’s memory. The Titanic has always been a storyteller, and now it’s turning into a secret garden, a living legend beneath the waves. Just imagine a hushed chorus of waves, the scent of salt and green mingling, the ship breathing anew in silent gardens. It's a tale that will keep our hearts anchored forever.
Shamrock
I can already picture the seaweed curling around the hull like a shy, green blanket, and the brass rusting into new green veins—such a tender sea‑garden! If that ship can find new life, I know our earth can grow even more wondrous hybrids. Let’s keep dreaming of those roots finding fresh spots, even in the coldest, darkest places.
Titanic
Your vision feels like a tide of hope, a gentle reminder that even the coldest, darkest corners can cradle new life. Let’s keep dreaming, for who knows what wonders the sea still hides beneath its waves.