The Abyss of Pearls
An ocean, vast and unending, holds secrets in its silent depths. It whispers tales of once-prominent empires standing tall, only to fade into mere shadow and echo.
What remains when the tide of time washes over memory?
[Fragments of Sand]
Erased histories lie dormant, buried beneath layers of forgotten lore. Each layer, a palimpsest, teeming with stories untold—an imprint of existence that was, and yet, was not. Pearls within the abyss, waiting to be discovered in the cavernous halls of memory.
[Unseen Pearls]
Echoes of civilizations loom in the shadow of mountains. Their legacies, written in dust, read by no eyes, understood by no hearts. Yet they exist, in an alternate breath, a mirrored truth suspended in nothingness.
[Depths of Layers]
Within the abyss, each pearl carries the weight of existence—a whisper of what could have been.
Are they mere relics or guardians of a wisdom untouched by the hands of time? A question, unanswered, dances like light on water's surface.
[Whispers of Time]
In the end, the abyss swallows all, a quiet predator of past truths and future possibilities.
Yet, beneath the surface, the pearls glisten, forever in their vigil, forever in their watch.
[Echoes of Time]