Beneath the surface where light dares not tread,
whispers of the ocean's forgotten sagas seep.
They weave, these threads of sound,
through a labyrinth of ancient nodes,
orchestrating a symphony of the unseen.
A lone transmitter hums, echoing tales
of forgotten ships and the ghostly dance
of bioluminescent creatures that brush the abyss.
Their lights flicker in Morse code—
lost wishes carried on the tidal currents.
Here in the silence, the vibrations speak
of a world untouched by time—a world
where the whispers of the deep
are the only witnesses to the passing ages.