Long have the waves whispered secrets unknown, tucked in the depths where silence reigns. Beneath the cerulean mirrors of an ageless sea, a voice cracks the quiet, stretching to touch the forgotten fingers of history.
Time: 03:44:12 UTC
Location: 12°N 79°W — Depth: 1580 meters.
"This is the deep-end voyage... echoes the voice,.
It carries with it the taste of salt and sorrow, grieved by the endlessness surrounding it. Connected by fragile strands of static, an invocation of the deep speaks to those who listen, the message reminiscent of forlorn songs once sung by mariner souls.
"To you who pen this record of nights unfinished, the shadows of oblivion cast nets, blue and ruthless. Beware the sirens' echo, they sing not for solace, but of hunger unquenched..."
Condition: // Unstable - Area flooded with noise //
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Coral lilies glisten bedewed with whispers faint, "seek and you may find," they promise.
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