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.