Beneath the crystalline expanse, echoes of forgotten songs linger. Notes of sincerity, prayers left unspoken, swirl like shadows amongst the coral. How long have they waited, these tales of the ocean's heart, to find a vessel?
Glimpses of the sunken ship captivate with their silent allure. They speak of laughter, now hushed beneath layers of sediment and time. Those voices, scattered like grains across the seabed, whisper in languages older than the stars.
In rusting hulls, dreams decay, entwined with creeping wombs of anemones. Isolation, their only ally, as waves weave their gentle, relentless song—a lullaby of solitude.
As tides shift, endlessly, their touch erases the imprints of yore, leaving only... shadows.
Whisper of the Tide Echo of Distant Shores