In the depths, where light surrenders to the embrace of the dark, a dance of vibrations unfolds. The fractal music reverberates, an echo of lost transmissions scavenged by curious currents.
Once, these notes sang the tales of ancients, tales woven into melodies and carried by the undertow. Now they lie scattered, a mosaic of sound and silence, waiting for a listener...
The first transmission flickers into life, a whisper amidst the ocean's roar:
"Submarine echoes revealed the hidden sonnets, written in the ink of old sailors' dreams. The ocean, a library, its shelves lined with coral and kelp, its books bound by the tides."
And then another, crisp and clear:
"At the heart of the abyss, a symphony played—a concert of currents. Each wave a note, each ripple a rest, composing a harmony beyond human reach."