In the void, where silence breathes, the coral sings its final song. An echo of colors lost, a forgotten dance in the murky depths.
Footsteps in forgotten realms, tracing the patterns of ancient tides. What once was a vibrant symphony now whispers in shades of grey.
In dreams, the echoes remain. Lonely melodies that rise and fall like the gentle swells of a distant sea.
Continue through the corridors of the deep: