The ocean floor bears witness to whispers thick as ancient veins. Amongst sediments of time, silent scars breathe.
Forgotten echoes tell of dreams, fossilized in the stone of perception, where light once traversed but now only shadows dwell.
Unfolding these layers, the curator of the absent smiles discovers etched hieroglyphs, remnants of a thought once vivid.
In the chasm, words become waves; their pulse a rhythm of grounding silence, a constant in the faceless abyss. The scars breathe still.