The ocean brimmed with undisclosed secrets, layers upon layers vibrating with mystery.
Abyssal plains stretch beyond sight, beyond understanding.
Did the whispers echo? Time loops under tidal forces.
Resonating sounds amid organic life forms. Endless currents.
Whispers:
“Ebb and flow, the dance is ancient. Beneath the tide, we mirror shadows.”
“Neptune? Only his trident knows the depths where silence dwells.”
“Echoes fading, lost... they do not return.”
Currents dictate fate, where gravity warps.
Organisms adapt, survive in the abyss.
The ocean's layers: climate zones, thermal barriers.
Neptune’s domain, vast and unfathomable.
Secrets composed, notes of tides yet to write themselves.
A communication gauntlet of soft-bodied sentinels.
Atlantis? Merely a myth submerged in truth.
Sea vents illuminate desolate voyages.