In the murky stretches beneath the waves, tendrils of forgotten cargo twist in whispers of charcoal. The pipeline winds, winding, through realms of abyssal silence.
Unseen creatures gnaw at the fringes, their eyes like voids pulled from the darkest skies. Carefully, the currents carry the burdens of a world above—lost tales of dread and despair.
Enter the labyrinth, should you dare, where tarry shadows clench the tendrils of time itself: