From depths wrought with ancient echoes, glows the light of a thousand lost souls,:
Each flicker captures the standstill continuum, pulsations that weave the threads of sand and shadow.
Glimmering dances of unwritten histories, messages scrawled across the void, longing to be known.
Somewhere, the sunken realm whispers tales of bioluminescence—a symphony spilling ink over dreams of abyssal silence.