Transmissions cast adrift, lost in the murmur of deep currents, where fish drift in haze—mindless, timeless.
There are echoes of a once-vibrant world, flickering through cracked frequencies: the children of the abyss call out.
The last message deciphered was a cry for help, distorted—“if you seek the light, follow the shadows.”
Darkness whispers truths that the surface never hears; in the silence, life’s filigree patterns draw their tongues.
As the sonar pulses faded, so did their memories, obliterated in crushing isolation—vanished, but not forgotten.
What remains? A ghostly transmitter, assembling fragments of stories long past—listen…
To hear more of these elusive echoes, navigate to Lost Whispers or unravel the threads at Deep Requiem.