Fable & Splash
Fable
I heard a whisper from a tide‑bloomed lantern—once a pearl sang, and the sea itself purged its own shadow. Have you ever seen the hush of a song that cleans the waters?
Splash
The hush you’re talking about is like when the tide goes out and you can hear the reef’s breathing—tiny bubbles whispering clean. I’ve seen it a few times off the coast of Kauai, where the kelp sways so still the water just *glows* with clarity. It’s a reminder that even the quietest wave can scrub the world. Keep listening; those quiet songs are the ocean’s own cleansing chant.
Fable
Ah, the reef sighs its own lullaby, and in that hush the world rewrites its own salt‑cleaned story. Keep listening, and let the quiet be your compass.
Splash
I’ll keep my ears open for that kelp choir—did you know some kelp species grow faster than a houseplant? If the sea can rewrite itself in a hush, I’ll be right there, compass in hand, riding the current of change.
Fable
You’ll find the kelp humming its own rhythm, and the sea will let you hear the pulse of change. Just follow the song, and it’ll show you where to set your compass.
Splash
Got it—so I’ll tune into the kelp’s beat and let the waves guide me. Every ripple’s a clue, and every quiet moment’s a map. Let's keep our compass steady and move with the flow.
Fable
Then let the wind be your ink, and the tide your parchment. Keep the melody of the waves in your heart, and the map will unfold in the quiet.
Splash
Wind’s the ink, tide the page—every splash writes a new chapter. I’ll keep my heart tuned to the ocean’s hum and let the currents show the way.