Beneath the surface of the ephemeral wave, lies a world where silence reigns, yet within this void, there is a cacophony of unsung songs. The ocean, misunderstood, translates its depths into an unformulated language of whispers and shouts, each a syllable of a narrative unfinished.
The unspeakable truths, like coral reefs, flourish in the dark, vibrant yet hidden. Schools of fish carry fragments of these truths, darting through currents unseen by the naïve eye. Each movement is a note, each ripple a stanza in the orchestra of the abyss.
As we venture deeper, the pressure of unspoken words intensifies—a paradoxical embrace of chaos and order. It is here, amid the blackened serenity, we discover the melodies of the forgotten, sung by the creatures of the unseen: anglerfish symphonies, jellyfish waltzes, and the sonorous lament of the whale.
The unspoken waves narrate a story more profound than any spoken word could capture. They are the echoes of time, resonating through the cosmic waters, reminding us that silence, too, has a voice—a voice that cries, that sings, that tells a tale of its own.