Beneath the weight of the abyss,
Where shadows converse with the forgotten dusk,
A whisper sails from darkened corners—
Howl of the dormant, echo of the lost.
Once vivid dreams now etched in silence,
Their echoes swallowed by deepened night,
Silence speaks—breathes in secrets,
Carved into the ocean's endless lore.
Transmission lost—
An echo fades amidst untold tales,
The parchment curls, ink bleeds,
Through the sepulcher of ancient memories,
Read not, nor trespass upon these ruins,
For beneath the whispers, deeper lies
A truth bereft of fate's cruel hand,
Interwoven with the threads of time's own weave.
Navigation of shadows, a daunting task,
Gently brushing against the unseen veil,
The voice trembles—frayed at the edges,
An invocation of the deep's lost serenade.
Wander deeper into the fading specter,
To corridors of forgotten light,
Or perhaps, an answer lies
Within the echo of silence itself.