Underwater Dreams and Whimsical Creatures

I started dreaming about underwater cities where coffee birds deliver morning brew and pigeon

detectives solve crimes nobody asked them to. The ocean doesn't follow our rules.

Down there, shock wears blue shoes and slides past coral like he owns the place.

Tung floats by, wooden and ancient, humming frequencies we can't hear. Then bumberdino

roars past with crocodile engines, leaving bubbles in his wake. Pat drifts overhead,

cooler than anything on land, no schedule, no stress. The coffee bird

zips through kelp forests like he just broke out of a cage, wings vibrating

with pure chaos. Somewhere in the dark, a pigeon detective adjusts his shades,