In the subaqueous silence, machinery breathes life, yet remains still. Each hum, a resonance, a whisper of the void. Does the murmur seek a destination or a companion in endless cycles?
Reality, constructed with gears hidden from sight, imprints existence upon the ocean floor. Immutable, yet urged by unseen currents.
Oscillations mimic thought — fluid, ever-changing, yet constant as the moon's pull. Do the remnants of yesterday's echoes foresee tomorrow?