The sonar hummed like a ghostly lullaby, sifting through layers of age-old silence. It whispered secrets, cracking the firmament of water above skulls and barnacles.
"We found Her among shards of lost light," intoned the echo, a voice formed in hollow obsidian caves. Beneath the foam, sweet words threaded seamlessly into pale visions: seventeen fleets vanished, left dreaming among porpoise song's grace.
In the bleakness, time swam differently.
"Notation 7: Existence continues in worlds far beyond our charts, a place where buoy-like stars descend into stillness."
Fogs surged like liquid velvet, embracing the desolate wrecks, where rivets gazed unblinking into notice-glazed abyss circles, wonder-reciting shadows bleating white slipstreams.
A portal lies buried just below eruptive seams. "Catalyst 3 detected," crackled the voice, ripping through strands of astringent quietude, "Initiation sequence aligns at intervals consistent with dreams."
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