In Aberdine, where the waters gleam, A woman rests in a coral dream. From her hair, the coral grows, In hues of pinks and oceanic glows. Jellyfish drift, a spectral sight, Changing colors, reflecting light. They dance around in silent grace, Illuminating this enchanted place. A pod of narwhals, majestic and grand, Swims through the waters, a magical band. Their spiraled tusks, like unicorns of the sea, Add to the wonder, wild and free. Each strand a tendril, reaching wide, A living crown beneath the tide. The coral whispers ancient lore, Of sunken cities and forgotten shores. Her hair, a garden, wild and free, A testament to the deep sea’s decree. Nature’s touch, both gentle and grand, Turns sorrow into beauty, by its hand.