The water rages quietly, churning below as we walk. Shaded paths surface from currents and shadows, whispering secrets trapped in ancient saline embrace. Traversing this, we are travelers in forgotten labyrinths, the depths echoing muffled voices from ages past.
“The seabed stretches like an untold novel...” a minor note slipped through the monologue beside me.
A flicker of bioluminescence, danced in swirls. Illumination of words came from where? Unseen chambers of resonance perhaps.