The mind descends beneath the shores of consciousness, where ephemeral shadows congregate at glimmering abyssal realms. It's here, in this primordial kingdom, where whispers etch their legacies into the currents. And from these currents, tales unspool like ancient meridian lines etched in waters undefined.
The Wandering Depth, where thoughts sleep beneath coral-canopies, await silent trespassers. One such voyager—a lost echo—descends into the cold embrace, journeying with betwixt memories of far-sailed days...
A flicker: luminescent creatures twirl around gilt reflections of phantom shipwrecks, their lives adrift in endless night. Here, these vestiges congregate to remember. The halls of the ocean's great cathedral hold them—suspended in moments of time remembers not how to count.
And amid this shimmering congregation lives the Wandering Depth—an old thought, now nearly forgotten. It pulses quietly, the undercurrent of this deep realm, grieving the lost shades of stories that might yet be told...