Abyssal Children's Lament

In the vastness where light's touch falters, there exists a society of soft whispers and echoing songs. The children of the abyss know the currents as kin, their laughter mingled with the gentle rhythm of the ocean's heart.

To navigate these waters, one must first learn the language of the barnacle and the anemone — silence is golden, yet it speaks. Weave through the threads of kelp, as you would through the tangled thoughts of a dreaming mind. The sea does not divide; it unites in its aqueous embrace.

Beware the siren's call, sweet and beguiling; for its song shall lead you to unseen shores, where the stars breathe in different tongues. Let your heart beat in time with the rhythm of the tides, for therein lies the secret to belonging.