I have been submerged, tangled in the whispers of forgotten echoes. Transmissions ripple through the void, seeking a shore beneath the layers of blackness and forgotten histories. The dream of light feels abandoned as I drift further among the silent opacities.
They said, "Remember the surface," but how does one recall the sun's embrace when the stars are just as close? Messages unravel in the depths, faint signals riding the oceanic tides, misguided and searching... perhaps, this too may find its listener, a solitary diver among coral witnesses.
Once, these waves spoke names of sailors lost to the allure of the dark; now they call mine. A haunting reverberation of a lullaby long forgotten, a contemplation of what remains beneath the visible.