Once, we danced in the luminescent corridors, shadows cast by candles flickering in the deep.
The ocean spoke through windswept shells, tales not meant for ears that hear but for souls that listen.
Do you hear it? The spiral song inside our forgotten echoes?
Like a whisper held captive, caught in the symphony of silence, I find solace in the void. The melody of what once was, now twisted like the shell's inner song.