Beyond the threshold where the sea embraces the void, a realm exists that hums with the frequency of the galaxies' oldest secrets. Here, the ocean bows to the holdings of gravity, forming a spectral panorama of silent shadows and vibrant unknowns. Descend, and witness hues that do not exist to the surface-dwellers, cascading endlessly into the unknown.

Within this depthless ocean, a creature might find not fulfillment but rather an eternal longing—an echo which once pronounced their name now dances amid the coral cages of memory. Through currents woven from myth and threaded by moonless nights, exist the timeless obelisk hydras—events unyielding to the touch of sun or time.

Whispers linger, drifting like the remnants of an unresolved dream. Some say that among these whispers, one can find records of forgotten stories and the sighs of stars shattering in far corners of dust and void, speaking in languages filled with color and form. Can you translate them?