In the stagnant waters, where light refracts no further than a whisper, we capture echoes that crawl upon the cryptic waves. Below, listed are the frequencies of peculiar existence:
"Disjointed chords arise from the midnight depths, reverberating along the moistatted caverns of unknown.", — an eternal listener.
"Arching across the fathoms, we discover truths sung by siren-harps and melodies synchronized with despair."