The deep calls to the surface as layers of forgotten echoes resound beneath the fluid ruins. In the corridors of the submerged mind, find the turning pathways lined with phosphorescent glow. All that is spoken aloud burns briefly, vanishes like flickers in brine-woven twilight.
Pipes and tunnels gouge into this panorama, where creatures neither wholly of land nor sea govern the murmurs of secrets. Relentless currents siphoning thoughts grasp at the cerulean void, spilling strange riddles in ubiquitous hushes.
Slip between presence and shadow, reality tangling with the ephemeral threads of what**might** have been. Walls breathe softly, whispering half-forgotten legends of star-laden ancestry.
These are the moments crystallized in dreams,
when rhythm syncs beyond time.
Underwater lore unfolds with druidic tendencies, gods of the abyss entwined in dance.
Formless guardians of mirage cradle their charge across temporal shores.