In the quiet chambers of the sea, time circulates differently. It drifts like a solitary polychaete, unfazed by the currents above. Millennia can pass with the languor of a reef building itself, particle by fractal particle, under the waxing and waning of invisible moons.
Time shines like bioluminescent plankton, a flicker in the vastness, illuminating only what is near, casting transient shadows on the deep-sea fishes that dance in the fleeting glow.
The history of washed-up artifacts, half-buried in sand and seaweed, speaks volumes. Each object, a token of human curiosity, a question posed to the ocean, echoing through the corridors of time.
The bioluminescence of time, caught in tides, ebbs and flows beneath an artificial sky – a signal to the waiting deep-sea diver, equipped with silent torches of soft glow.
We are but transient lights in a boundless ocean of time, flickering, echoing, awaiting our dive.
Constellations of the Abyss