In the echoing depth of wandering dreams, corridors twine beneath forgotten waves. They are long and whispering, trailing the muted call of the sea.
The walls are lined with the hushed secrets of shellfish, and the floors pulse gently, as if breathing with tides unknown.
Below the surface lies a path untold — corridors emerge from kelp forests, their entrances unseen until the currents reveal their hidden doors.
Octopi whisper riddles in the dark, and fish weave tales with flickering fins, the language of the depths unfurling like an ancient scroll.
These corridors stretch far into the abyss, past the realm of dreams into the world of ceaseless whispers and spectral echoes.
Their mysteries are woven with threads of silence and song, an eternal dance of darkness and glimmering light.