"O wondrous abyss, where silence births sound,
I have cast my whispers into your enveloping depths.
Listen, as they spiral through your watery halls,
seeking the embrace of your timeless, whispering currents."
Echoes of the ancients, clinging to coral and shadow,
Their voices, once vivid like a flaring star,
Now reduced to mere vibrations upon the tongue of silence.
Have they reached you, ethereal sea, as you cradle the moon?
Seek the place where walls dissolve into murmurs,
The Gleaming Oblivion they call it.
Venture forth and around the bends of forgotten crags.
Perhaps, you will find the Murmur of Time, echoed through chambers of ages due.
Each starlit droplet carries, encased in its crystalline core,
The lost transmission of your names etched within—
Speak them, and let the silent crypt of echoes sigh once more your name unto eternity.