In the cool abyss, where time itself timidly holds its breath, a sentinel sings
an elegy. The silent whale, ugliest and most magnificent of cavernous leviathans,
croons tales of a world buried beneath the thoughts of wandering mariners.
Each note a passage, carved in the silent rock of oceanic remains, where
memories eternal dwell.
The echoes resonate across the solemn halls of glinting aqua lucidity,
reminding the soul of a time, caught somewhere between the stars and the
salted depths, when silence sang and the twilight hands reached
for the intangible yet known comforts of cosmic company.
Here lies the realm of forgotten sirens, calling from the veils of
submerged reality—their songs weaving the tapestry of all that was,
and all that might yet be.