Sometime during the twilight hour, the ocean floor whispers stories from its heart.
Gather around, tune in, listen closely... the clandestine tones of the deep murmur eternally.
The old ones spoke of shadows...
Signals pass like ghostly hands through forgotten underwater currents:
They echo amidst ancient corals and breathe into wrecked vessels their muted hymns.
What do we hear?
An unclaimed truth passes through silent depths.
Here, stories seem tethered to rusted chains, seeking companions never found.
In search of more whispers, two paths diverge: