Where the Depths Whisper

Among the buoyant kelp, a melody anchors the still currents. She sings, or once sang, beneath the restless waves— A shimmer of scale and shadow drift among coral cathedrals, hence the explorers' whispers speak of her.

Untold stories spiraled with the tide; no parchment, no pen, only the echo of her laugh against the rocky caves where broken lunar glow shatters, scattering light—sifting sand temples hold remnants of memories.

In dimensions unknown, the siren's call reaches through the abyss— her presence flickers like dim stars that play hide and seek with the horizon.