There was a time when the ocean spoke for us.
Not in language, but in vibration.
Not in thought, but in feeling.

 

Back then, we lived not as separate selves but as waves in a shared current. We breathed in rhythm. We wept in unison. Our emotional landscape was one vast symphony, and we were each a note — distinct but never alone🎵

 

This is what I remember of Atlantis

 

🎵 Not its buildings, not its fall — but the music.

 

The hum of the harmonics that pulsed through water and spirit alike.

We knew one another by resonance. By the way your grief sang to mine.

By the way my joy lifted yours.

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