In the unfathomable depths where the darkness knits a quiet veil, there lies a light — a bedewed glimmer softly learning the dance of ocean tails. To any who heed, the light does chant a lullaby woven with ancient yarn. Its verses are those of frozen twilight and untold voyages.
Should you seek to listen: {doubt not;} cast your gaze into the tranquil azure. {Naught but silence} the darkness cries — yet lingers the symphony of that ghostly glow, a mentor amidst the currents and urchin knots.