The Dreaming Whale
She carries a garden on her back,
a lullaby in motion, drifting through liquid spirals where fruits bloom beneath the waves.
Her gaze is ancient, knowing—a guardian of deep truths and secret harvests of the sea.
She carries a garden on her back,
a lullaby in motion, drifting through liquid spirals where fruits bloom beneath the waves.
Her gaze is ancient, knowing—a guardian of deep truths and secret harvests of the sea.