Log Entry: 127
In the abyssal dark, where dreams decay, I drift, lost amid the spectral blossoms of the detritus. Bioluminescent beings pulse like the dying stars of the cosmos.
Fathoming the eerie melodies of the unseen depths, I sought the whispered secrets of the Mariana. Echoes of celestial navigation fade with the silence of old lamps extinguished.
Come closer, if you dare, to witness the ghosts of the deep. Their glow transcends horror, devouring light, like candles winking out against the shadows of the universe.
“The moon wanes lethal, and the mariners are captivated by ichor and wails echoing beneath the swells.” Lost sights and shadows flow, reminiscent of forgotten voyages.
Do you hear it? The symphony of creaking vessels, the soft hum of spinning currents. An invitation or an invocation?