They stumbled upon the cavern when the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving only the glow of naphthalene spears piercing the encroaching darkness. Inside the walls shimmered with a ghostly luminescence, a network of ancient seaweeds telling stories in hues of emerald and azure.
"We've entered the Absurdity Vault," whispered Edgar, his breath mingling with the salt of the sea. The walls whispered back, echoing his syntax into infinite corridors lined with secrets untold—cryptic runes swirling along the bioluminescent algae.
Laughs erupted as if by unseen orchestration, the chorus of spectral echoes carrying tales of Sirens lost to the abyss long before humanity had ever tasted land. Each note danced within the watery firmament, ageless and timeless.
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