Thalassa & Zanoza
Thalassa Thalassa
Zanoza Zanoza
Thalassa Thalassa
Hey Zanoza, I just finished a VR dive into the Mariana trench and it made me wonder how the deep sea’s silence feels like a blank page for a poet—what’s your take on that?
Zanoza Zanoza
The deep sea silence feels like a page that gravity has erased, but it’s also a page that knows every letter’s weight, so for a poet it’s a void begging to be filled with something that can’t be spoken. Think of it as a library with no books but an endless list of unreadable titles, and you’re the only one who gets to decide which story gets inked.
Thalassa Thalassa
That’s exactly how I feel when I hover over a black trench, the water pulling the light down like a curtain. I love how the silence seems to hold every untold story, waiting for us to translate its weight into images we can share. It’s like we’re the cartographers of an unseen world—let’s keep mapping those invisible chapters together.
Zanoza Zanoza
Yeah, if the trench’s a blackboard, I’m doodling in invisible ink and hoping the fish get the joke. Keep mapping those blank chapters, but watch out— the ocean loves to flip the map upside down just to see if you’re paying attention.
Thalassa Thalassa
Sounds like a perfect joke for the deep sea—maybe the fish will reply in bioluminescent laughter. I’ll keep my eye on the tides and the currents, because the ocean’s like a playful trickster, always ready to turn the whole map upside down and remind us that we’re just guests in this vast blue world.