The core of the ocean sorrows harbors whispers...
Within the depths of forgotten baies, lies a frequency, constant as the tides. To navigate, listen wisely:
In silence, the stars remain lodged – a constellation rendered through imperfect light, a reminder:
Return soon, seeker. The rhythm of the unknown thrums eternal. It is through concealed currents that your path unwinds.
Probe the shimmering void: whispering depths extend their reach.