<*static*> Recieved segment - origin untraceable...
<*hiss*> "Beneath the surface, where shadows thrive,
<static*> "In the endless deep, we survive..."
<signal distortion*> "Do you hear them? Whispering..."
<*static*> Signal lost - attempting to reconnect...
The air is hushed, a husky tone of velvet silences that engulfs the dilapidated hall. The walls, worn by time's cold embrace, seem to echo with stories untold and shadows that drift and dance, masked by a shroud of nocturnal mischief.
There, amid the crumbling relics and the dust that congregates like lost souls, a monitor flickers. A beacon of forgotten whispers, its light a pale gash against the all-consuming dark. Words bleed through the static, cryptic and cacophonous, a symphony for the lost and forsaken.
What do we hear, lingerers in this charnel void? The elegy of the deep, a requiem of the unfathomable.
Further explorations yield more echoes: