In the caverns of the sea, a breathless echo became a song.
An ephemeral melody, woven from shadows and scales.
Silent tendrils of memory grasp at the heart, a haunting dance beneath the surface.
Fleeting, as if pulled by the gentle currents of time.
Listen closely.
To the murmur of forgotten prayer, to the secrets the fish keep,
to the dreams that slip away like silver slips the net.
The abyss watches. And waits.