Ever since the sonar picked it up, we knew. It was a sound that belonged in the world of myths, echoes of amphoras breaking beneath the waves, unexplained whispers.
We had the gear, we had the will, but did we have the understanding? Underwater, the truth became irrelevant; we plumbed depths that shouldn't hold anything but silence.
Somewhere, an unseen current delivered secrets, messages veiled in static and caught in the digital nets of our devices.
"Faded memories of a forgotten world linger on the edges of our perception, like the last song of a dying star."