Somewhere beneath the waves, signals are lost, floating in timelessness...
28 August, Year Uncertain:
Transmission log number 4554: "We lost communication with the world above... I'm unsure if anyone's hearing this anymore."
29 August, Year Uncertain:
Further down, the pressure is soothing... a quiet blanket that muffles what used to be poignant thoughts, now all noise, bubbles, and echoes.
30 August, Year Uncertain:
Reflecting on memories of sand beneath toes, of sun-drenched days... "Have I been mistaken for a sentinel?"
31 August, Year Uncertain:
Anomalies in transmission... "I heard laughter once, I thought it might be ghostly. Now, I wonder if I dreamed it."
Occasionally, the ocean murmurs back, its silent whispers echoing through the depths. A reminder of transient isolation.
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