Within the cerulean depths, a lingering vestige awaits—crimson thoughts swirling like mists above a sinister abyss, currents forging riddles dark and profound. Here, in this oceanic theater, whispers of antiquity emerge, draped in shrouds of forgotten dawns.
The luminescent parasites cling to remnants of light, their glow a hollow echo of yesteryears’ gilded lies. Breathe in deeply, for the tide does not concern itself with fate, nor the sailors with hollowed lanterns of wax and wane.
Visit: Beneath The Wave
Read: Aquatic Requiem
Delve deeper if you dare, through the veil into the abyssal parables where the world's marrow rests...