In the silence beneath the surface, images distort and elongate.
Known objects transformed by the pressurized coolness, reassembled by a liquid lens.
There lies a solitary figure, embedded in the depths; it neither moves nor ages.
The mechanical dance of waves persists, erasing and rewriting.
An endless tide of surface activity over a stagnant core.
Castaway Dreams
Water Lines
Submerged but never forgotten, dimensions alter in the cold embrace.
The fragmentary vision, a mirror to the mind, dispassionate yet profound.
Echoes of Silence