The water whispers secrets; shadows dance in the abyss. A fisherman recalls the sound of morning light but finds only darkness beneath the waves. Moonlight flickers, reflecting the fleeting nature of existence—do you feel it? The weight of silence, pressing down, more intense than the depths.
Surfaces break, ships drift aimless—lost in the whirlwind of tides. Flotsam tells tales of yesteryear; a broken compass lies waiting. Why grasp at memories that elude you like foam on the horizon? Search deeper, where the fish do not dream.
Swallowed by the blue, every wave a heartbeat. Do octopuses ponder the mysteries of existence? Do shells conspire in silence? It’s all connected in a tapestry, frayed at the edges, stitched with uncertainty.
Echoes of the Abyss Lost in the Currents The Dark Water Chronicles