Amidst the shadows of ocean's caress, within the vastness of forgotten realms. The chambers lie — ancient, wistful, untouched.
From the corroded verses, the luminescent algae bloom; words flicker like bioluminescent dreams. An etching upon the soul's surface.
Anemone tongues unfurl, caressing soft murmurings that resonate deeper than forgotten lullabies. Here lies the Chamber of Whispers.