Signals faintly ping, lost among the corals—
Welcome to the Underwater Bureau of Silly Reports. Each punctuation, a wave crashing through existential dread. Here lies research aboard steam-powered, hindered by irony.
“Perhaps the best signals are beneath silver waves and confidential limbo.”
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