In the solemn silence of the ocean's core, the euphony is gentle, cataloged by currents and layers of forgotten sediment. Here, where sunbeams cower behind the immensity, sound becomes the language that binds creatures of mystery.
To listen, one must become the liquid heartbeat, adopting the rhythms of voids untouched by time. The sound, once thought ephemeral, is carved into the very stone of existence.
Breach not the surface before knowledge, else the abyss swallows without acknowledgement. In the depths, none are lost, only discovered anew.