Whispering currents speak in ancient tongues,
Carried on the fringes of blackened tides,
Lost voices wrapped in marine mist,
Murmurs echoing down to the forgotten realms.
They call from abyssal vaults, seeking answers,
In depths where sunlight never dares,
Cryptic transmissions floating aimlessly,
Unheard, untamed, lingering souls adrift.
Listen, listen to the sirens' undying song;
A melody woven from ocean's breath,
Bound to seafloor echoes, restless in their silence,
Promises of stars, hidden beneath brine.