Echoes Underwater

"The clock..." she started, but the words melted into rippled distortions as they slipped past the shell-like barriers guarding their truth.

In the hazy depths, his laughter echoed like the distant toll of cathedral bells, irregular yet rhythmic, a serenade to solitude.

She held the photograph beyond reality's edge, where light fractured and shadows danced without direction.

Beneath the cobalt waves of thought, fragments of syllable-like bubbles rose, whispering the candid confessions of forgotten dreams like: Echoed Whispers, Coral Fables.