Delve beneath the surface where light dares not tread.
The abyss is defined not merely by depth but by the haunting embrace of darkness
and the caresses of forgotten currents.
Here lies a realm where analytical minds unravel the
patterns, but it's the lunatic's voice that reverberates through the corridors of insanity.
Consider the squid with its luminescent lures —
A beacon in the black void, yet tethered to a fate unknown —
Are we not like these creatures, drawn eternally to the depth's
siren song? Their chromatophores, in rebellion against the
unyielding darkness, mirror our futile attempts to comprehend
the fathomless expanse. Listen, listen closely, the mad voice echoes:
"Here lies the true treasure, beneath scales and tentacles: a cosmic riddle!"