The Recently Drowned: Tales from the Abyssal Whisper
From the cauldron of cerulean depths, where the lanternfish dance with spectral glows, we weave minuscule fragments of your existence—a kaleidoscope of memories wrapped in oceanic embrace, singing through the conch, echoing through the whispering tide.
A chorus of clattering pearls, cascading from brittle lips, telling the stories of once-thrumming hearts, whose laughter intermingled with seafoam. Do you hear them, the muffled sonatas borne on ocean currents, seducing shells to vibrate with tales of dilapidated joys and nocturnal reveries?
In the labyrinth of coral cathedrals, a fresco of aquatic dreams lingers. The apparition of a meridian kiss glints upon the surface, holding secrets untold and remnants of silken whispers—an elegy crooned by abyssal sirens in forgotten tongues.