Whispers from the Abyss

In the velvet depths, where sunlight dares not linger,
the echoes of forgotten dreams ripple softly.
Ancient leviathans of shadow glide past,
their whispers weaving stories in the mire.

Tides of memory crash and recede,
revealing boundless treasures of the mind:
coral tapestries etched in luminescence,
embered reflections, dancing off silent stones.

Below, the ocean's breath holds secrets: